A lesson learned the hard way....

In may of 2009 I moved with my girlfriend from New York to Colorado so that we could start a new life together and she could be close to her family. So I quit my twenty dollar an hour job, packed up my things, said goodbye to my mom and put a 3,000 dollar rental truck on my credit card all in an effort to make her happy. Upon arriving in Colorado I had much difficulty in finding a job and eventually started working at Walmart for nine bucks an hour. I have battled depression my whole life and this was a particularly dark time in my life. I became depressed at the fact that I wasn't making enough money and I missed my mom terribly. I sank into the worst depression of my life, to the point where I wasn't sure if I wanted to even live any more. I started seeking help...taking depression medication and going to counseling. It was a time in my life without family or friends. When I had to pay a shrink by the hour just so someone would listen to me even though I knew they didn't really care. That was when she decided to break up with me. The girl I had been with for four years. The one who I'd loaned $4,000 when she was in a financial bind and spent thousands more repairing her car. I stood by her side as we watched her beloved Godfather slowly pass away. I carried him and her dog when they both died to there final resting place. I bore this all upon my shoulders out of my love for her and when I needed her the most she tossed me away like a used tampon. The weeks that followed were a continual barrage a verbal abuse and sometimes even physical assaults to the point where I couldn't walk into my own front door. I would work my shift at Walmart until 1am and than wander the store afterward, because I couldn't really go home and December in Colorado is much too cold to spend wandering outside for hours. I would leave Walmart around eight in the morning and go home when my x girlfriend was at work so that I could get a few hours sleep before I had to repeat he whole process. I became even more depressed and called the emergency mental health hot-line one night, because I felt I had nothing left to live for and just needed someone to talk to. I spent about ten minutes talking to them with them not listening to anything I had to say. They just kept asking me to promise that I wouldn't do anything stupid so that they could hang up and go back to watching internet porn. After about ten minutes the guy I was talking to got angry, probably from having blue balls from pausing a Pamela Anderson download. He called the local police and had them arrest me and take me to the emergency room. I informed the hospital that I did not have medical insurance and therefor asked them if I could only see one doctor and run as little tests as possible. They immediately tested my blood pressure and administered a drug test. I was then introduced to about ten different doctors and about three hours later a psychiatrist was called in. She walked in at about 4am and asked how I was doing. I answered honestly that I was not happy at being hand-cuffed, searched and taken against my will to a hospital when I had no way of paying for it. She responded with an angry look, telling me not to play the victim and that she was not happy about getting out of bed at 4 in the morning. I reminded her that I was not the one who had called her and she responded by telling me that she was sending me to the psych ward for psychiatric evaluation. Eventually I was sent home and two weeks later I received a bill for my hospital visit in the sum of $4,246.25
I am currently twenty five years old and I am paying twenty bucks a month towards the bill. By my calculations, I should have it paid off when I turn 378...I wonder if you still pay for medical bills in hell?