The thing about being
in a psych ward is that you are all united in your suffering. It is for
different reasons, but suffering is suffering, nonetheless.
“Do you get a lot of people like me here?” I asked one of the
nurses. She was slightly overweight and had quite a mean exterior.
“People like what?” She asked gruffly.
“Crazy people,” I answered, full of shame.
“Honey,” she wrapped her arms around me, “you aren’t crazy.
You’re just going through a tough time in your life and you needed to take a
break. You’re one of the strong ones because you knew you needed it. Remember
that.”
I believe in kindness to strangers and that you get in what
you put out. She squeezed me firmly and looked in to my eyes with such
kindness, my heart knew that she had seen me and she knew me. And a hundred
more like me who just needed a fucking break.
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