This is the truth about my past.... kinda

I have had a suicide attempt... for that I ended up in a mental hospital for 3 months..... which I was kept away from friends, family, and I barely ever saw what was outside... I missed out on education because all I decided to do was draw..... we had one phone call home a week.... but my mom was always at work when I chose to call.... so I never got one call answered..... I only saw my mom once.... and that was it.... I had only one friend and I only saw him at recess... I still miss him a little... even though I can't remember his name, I never slept at night because of insomnia and I was scared... after those three months I had gotten very sick for an unknown reason.... and I was in a real hospital for several weeks.... which I could barely get a word out of me without throwing up, I was shaky when I tried to move and when I got home my big bro immediately hugged me.... and him and my little bro are literally the only reason I'm still here right now.... if it weren't for them..... well.... you can already figure out what would happen.....