I wish I could thank the doctor that saved me
I was in various troubled teen programs from the ages of 14-16. My last one was Newport Academy. I was there for 114 days until I acted out and got sent to the hospital. I had been told if I got sent to the hospital one more time I would be sent to a long term mental hospital. I was terrified. But then, a doctor came to speak to me in my hospital bed. I told him all these facilities were only making my mental health worse, something I had been telling everyone around me years. But unlike everyone else, he listened. He told me he didn’t think they were helping me either and that he wanted to see me walk free. Eventually, he convinced my parents to just put me in an outpatient program.
I don’t know the doctor’s name and I barely remember what he looks like, but I would give anything to see him again and thank him for saving my life. I owe everything to him. He was my savior, my guardian angel, the only person who took the time to listen to me and not treat me like a delusional nutcase.
I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, so I’m just writing this post to vent my gratitude towards him. Thank you doctor-whose-name-i-forgot