Being out of the psychward is emotional. It's a whole world in there. Kind hearts. Relationships. Friends. It's a place I wish I could visit on every day and leave at night. But sadly I can't. It makes me sad because I can't sit here and talk to someone about all the things that happened in there. About the friends I made without them saying "yay! You made friends with a crazy person!". They aren't just crazy people. They are like you and I. People who are fighting an illness of their brain. So it's hard being out. All the time you spent in there, and the fun you had with people who are like you, gone. Because once we're back on the outside, we all get back to our lives. They go back to being homeless and shunned. In there, we get to be who we are. No one cares if your homeless, schizophrenic or out of your mind. We all become family. I'm going to miss it. But i need to get better.
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The Girl With A Broken Mind
Random*Adult Content* I'm turning my blog/diary into a book. They are basically diary postings without the dates. They are random postings about whatever I'm feeling that day. Very raw, very detailed about my life. My blog and now this book is to help peo...
