(First off id like to apologize for the language used in this)

Okay so
A while back, my mental health was really bad. I was self harming and my attempts were in the double digits. I was in and out of jdc (juvie) and multiple mental wards. One day, an attempt was so sever i had to stay in the hospital for 3 months. I went to s psych hospital for 4 more months. Eventually, they figured out they couldnt help me, so they sent me away. The residential facility that they sent me to is called Coastal Harbor. Its in Savannah, Georgia. It was a 23 hour drive. I was told it was the best facility in the country, and one of the best in the world. I was excited. Excited to finally get some help, some "real" help. However, when i got there, i quickly realized it was the opposite of what everyone told me. They lied straight to my face. Multiple police investigations were started about this place. One by me after i left. A few days in, i had fought at least 3 times. I was beaten and r worded by staff and patients. I broke bones and got bones broken. They were giving me medication that made me feel numb constantly. I felt nothing except the basic, primitive emotions hard wired into humans brains. Fear, anger, sadness, and anxiety. I was in constant fear. I couldnt sleep. I didnt want to sleep. I was so fucking paranoid. I would stay up for 5 days at a time, and when i did sleep, it was in the school that was there. The teacher was so nice. There were probably only 5 or less staff members that were kind to me. The rest were horrible. If i said anything they didnt like, i would be taken to my room away from cameras and beaten bloody. I wasnt sleeping because the staff were always outside my room. I didnt want anyone sneaking up on me. My paranoia got so bad that when i got a new roomate, i felt it was necessary for me to fight them immediately, to show dominance and command respect. It ended with me moving units and not having roomates. I was their for 8-9 months, living with the constanr fear of something happening to me. Someone doing something bad to me. I started having nightmares 1 month in. Another few months and i had gotten so little sleep that i was having vivid, horrifying hallucinations. I would be in my room, lying down, and these fucking monsters started climbing out of the walls. I would hide under my blankets, or try. They lifted my blankets up. They might have been hallucinations, but they were hurting me... Even when they didnt lift up my blankets, there were thousands of 12 legged spiders, crawling on top of my blanket. I could hear them. I could feel every individual leg crawling across my covered skin. I used to show drawings of these demons to my psychiatric team. All they did was raise my meds. There were bugs, crawling out of me. Coming out of every open part of my body. I would start screaming in fear. They were trying to get me. 95% of the time, instead of comforting me, the staff would beat me until i shut up. Most of the time when i tried to scream, nothing came out. I couldnt move, or breath, or scream. I was frozen. Completely frozen. I would see the light coming in through my window, and it would all stop. I could relax. I was always asking to go outside, no matter what kind of weather. I needed peace. I could hear every single individual thought and voice in my head like they were right beside me. They would touch me sometimes. Some of them were friendly, most werent. Some acted as friends, somebody i could talk to. But i couldnt talk to loud because if somebody heard me talking to nobody, they would tell the psychiatry team. And instead of helping me, or giving me proper therapy, they just raised my meds again. So i tried to keep quiet. I had what was known as "Schizo strength". I stopped feeling anything at all. If somebody touched me, i snapped. I would beat them to the brink of death. Nothing around me could stop me. All i could hear was the voices in my head either telling me to stop, or to tell me to kill whoever it was. Most of the men in georgia are big, muscular african american men. Most over 6 feet and 200 pounds. It didnt matter though. It took at least 12 to hold me down so they could give me a sedative. What they gave me was essentialy horse tranquilizers. Since i wouldnt sleep, they would just lock my door from the outside. I couldnt stand being alone though. I would scream and cry, but they didnt unlock my door until the next day. Nit even to give me food. It got so bad to the point where i would only sit in corners, so i could see everything happening. I wouldnt even let abyone walk behind me. Eventually, i got involved in gang shit. I needed protection constantly. They werent feeding me and the meds they gave me made me lose almost a quarter of my body weight. I was skin and bones. I was the easiest target. So i got affiliated with YSN and GD. They protected me from staff for the last few months i was their. Eventually i was released. But i wasnt better. I was so much worse. I wasnt sleeping still, even though i was home.  I was still scared and paranoid. I know im not the only one that something like this has happened to at coatal harbor. I saw so many kids getting the same things done to them while i was their with them. Please, help me end the abuse. This needs to stop. What they are doing is not okay. The cops wont even do anything. I feel like this is a last resort.