being in psychiatric ward was the single most terrible thing to ever to happen to me. i’m not cured, but i’m better. i’m still weak, but i’m getting strong. i never want to drop to that point where i need to baker acted ever again. i’m going to go to sleep now. 

i wrote so much while i was there, i journaled and wrote and listened. i have the weight of 1000 worlds on me from hearing everyone’s problems. people are truly sick out there and i’m so thankful i found out young.