My stay was miserable. Most of the staff there were insufferable dullards. Some, though well-meaning, attempted to convert me to Christianity as a treatment approach. I had to partake in "sensory" groups where we listened to Native American flute music and did pointless exercises. I had no access to my phone. A deranged old man would keep the entire ward up at night with his prolonged screaming fits. I was put on a drug that gave me a severe allergic reaction and nobody there believed that I was actually in pain. One nurse went so far as to shout at me when I begged her for assistance in alleviating my physical suffering.
This was my first time being sectioned. It was at the same hospital that I was taken to via ambulance after my attempt. I ended up attending another program shortly thereafter which was slightly more tolerable but ultimately proved to be worthless.
I have PTSD from the whole ordeal.