Story Antipsychotics, sleeping pills and therapy

[i dont feel real.]

Second therapy day. Fuck, it went like shit. I had psychotic attack or a psychosis or some shit in middle therapy. Shouted at the therapist and run away like a fucking maniac. Got hospitalized for 3 hours and went home. Can't be alone to cook even, nothing that could be used to hurt or kill near me, and, plus to the antidepressives and sleeping pills, I need antipsychotics. My mom has to take care of me but one weird thing I do and I get hospitalized until prior notice. Like I am a danger to me and to third parties, I can't refuse. I hope everything goes okay... I really want to live but I just can't. There is this shitty voice that tells me to cut myself and CTB. Im just tired.