Dan's Diary

the only thing good about the mental hospital was that I was around people who fully understood me. they understood the lows and the highs and what it's like to feel so much and nothing at all. I miss the quiet understanding and the late night talks with my roommates. I miss the day room drama. I miss when I could speak my mind and have others listen and relate. they never judged me in there. in there, we had each other's shoulders to cry on.

I need to keep reminding myself that not everybody is going to fw you or understand you. Some people live to make others feel small and worthless but life keeps moving and so do you. My entire life I’ve only thought about the things I’ve done wrong. Why can’t I just make mistakes and move on? Rumination will be the death of me 100% but I need to learn to move past things. I don’t need to atone for anything. I’m me and that’s that. 🤷‍♀️

Why should I go out when I’m so content with my solitude.