Governmental Fail- Part 1

I was discharged from a
mental hospital, not because I felt ready to be, but because they
needed the room. I had no permanent address, so they sent me to a
'hotel'. I arrived there only to realise it was a hostel for
homeless people. I went into the room I was to share with another
man. There was tinfoil and burnt spoons everywhere. I wandered the
night, unsure of what to do or where to go. I was still mentally
unstable.

But I was no longer the governments problem.