we are not who you think we are
in the hospital, i was there for about twenty day, a little longer. over the hollidays one year. these people have the biggest hearts, when you are hurting i feel like you have more understanding for others that are hurting.
the girl that self-harmed and allmost died- im glad you didnt beacuse you were the most peaceful soul i think iv ever met. your long wavy hair, pretty eyes. any time someone felt unloved you made sure they knew that they were, maby not at home or school but somone loves you. you have the most logical thinking i thank you for keeping me grounded.
the schitzophrenic-you loved life you lived unafraid, and you welcomed everyone to the unit. to make us feel alittle more at home.
my roommate-you helped me through the nights i didnt want to be there, the nights i missed my family. we grew on each other. we talked before we could leave our rooms in the morning, we were first out everyday to breakfast. your acidedemic ability surpasses what i ever thought was possible. you helped me on my school work. you helped me learn the ropes.
the boy with the anger- he wasnt allowed out of his room most days, but he slowly worked to come to groups. he would get upset and yell sometimes. at first he didnt talk at all. but he came out of his shell. he drew the best pictures. and knew how to calm others down when they were upset, and would talk them through it.
the boy with depression- you had everything going for you, and you still do, your smile your calm deminor. but you wanted to die. im glad you failed suicide, and every one else was also. you were the most caring person.
the girl whos only wish was to die-she pulled through, the closest to death they said theyd seen in a long time. she was the funnyest, told the best jokes. and when it was game time allway brought life to the board games. she kept our spirts up
the girl with the worst panic attacks-she would stop breathing at times, and latter iv learned what this is like on a smaller scale, this girl could cook and did so amazingly. monday night was cooking night when we all got to cook our meals. and it was one of the most fun times iv had wwith people close to my own age. you made us feel proud of our talents.
the girl with nightmares- she would never belive me but she was oh so pretty, but you would wake up screaming some nights, what people of the wolrd had done to you was not good. the girl who was raped, and a bubble. you didnt go inside of that space. she genuanly loved people and life, you had alot of truble comming out of your shell but you so eventuly and we were all proud of you for that. and you allways stood up for anyone who felt like they werent being heard.
iv never felt more safe, but im trying to recreate my safe space in real life with people, i dont know yet but will hopefully know soon. i was a mess and im thankful for them all.