 Mae'r rôl o'n ddweud i gael y llyfodd sy'n gweld i'n meddwl yn ysgrifennu, a'i gallu'n meddwl i'n meddwl i'r hospital. I'n meddwl i'n meddwl i'n meddwl. Dyna ym ni'n gwneud dylunio i ymddangos o'r meddwl i'r meddwl i'r meddwl. Rwy'n meddwl i'n meddwl i'r meddwl i'r hospital. Then I got to where Hinnee, I wanted to leave. Character I wanted to leave I went to the door. They wouldn't open. And I just dragged back. Go by security. One of the doctors there signed the form saying I didn't have capacity to make that decision. so I had no capacity, and I wasn't allowed to leave. I was then put on a section 5.2. I didn't even remember having a mental health assessment. I was sedated. Well, sedated. I was given two million grams of IV medazolam. It did nothing. I was then on 2-1. One security met a number in the one HTA. The whole experience was really traumatic. I wasn't in the days to follow her. After I was admitted to AAU, I had a mental health assessment. I can't say I don't remember what I said in that assessment. I can't even remember the assessment taking place. That's how much I wanted to leave. I didn't know it was for anything else. I just didn't know it was that I wanted it. So leave. I tried to leave multiple times. It just got me pinned to a pedal and I amed. So they increased my halofaradol to 3 milligrams. I was only on 1.5 at the time. They increased it to 3 milligrams. I was in Sir Six County Hospital for two weeks waiting for a bed on Section 2. I did a PL section, but my tribunal wasn't up in my face because everyone agreed that I needed to be in hospital. The whole tribunal system was a blur because I didn't see why I needed to be in hospital. I tried everything in my power to get out and things got really dark. I was on 2 to 1 with security and then 1 to 1 with HTA. By the time I got here, two weeks when Section 2 had already been in use. After the two weeks I was part of Section 3. Looking back on it, the overdose I thought it would have killed me had I not gone to any treatment. My blood sugar reached 1.7. It's lowest that I was conscious for. Everyone I see now where I was admitted and why I'm still in hospital. But back then I just wanted to go home because then I had somewhere to go home. The lesson learned there is Lydia you can't take on 5 security guards. I do want to say that the security in that hospital was very supportive. The doctors couldn't get her help. The nurses were nice. HTAs were nice. The doctor couldn't get her help. She ignored absolutely everything that I said. Even down to a canyon placement she wanted to put one in my fucking full. I was like get the fuck away from my foot. My arms, go for it, knock yourself out. My feet, no. You're not putting a candle in my foot. Sorry, not sorry. But the whole experience was really traumatic. You know, bringing it to all that you do on capacity. Lydia then can't make any decision about what treatment you have. Right now I can see why the submission was necessary back then. Had someone actually sat down and talked to me like a human being. About why I needed to be in hospital. I probably wouldn't be on a section. But yeah, that's how I ended up in hospital. Thanks for joining me on this little story. Let me even out some of my frustrations. Thanks to everyone. Thank you to my patrons. Thank you to those who follow me on Twitter. Instagram and TikTok. Yeah, yeah. Peace.