Every time I have a mental health admission I am usually so intent on getting a "gold star" that I act as though I am "super fine". Everyone applauds me for being so brave, for getting help, and for overcoming my issues so quickly. 
I come home, and its straight back into the bad habits I was proudly declaring that I would avoid. Those demons are always waiting for me around the corner.
So, my shitty coping mechanisms have landed me back in a psych ward. Again. And this time, I'm actually staying til I'm feeling better for real..