I remember the psychiatric wards.
I remember the ice cold floors in the morning, and walking barefoot to the unlockable bathrooms to take a piss. Rolling out of the beds in a drugged daze for the nurse to take my vitals.
”How are you feeling this morning?”
”Fine.”
I remember the series of emotions that flow through me as I process my situation again- for the 5th day in a row:
How long am I going to be here for?
Oh God, I can’t believe I’m (back) here. How the hell do I explain this to everyone? Am I crazy? Does anyone even know I’m in here?
This isn’t so bad, right? […]