Getting out of treatment felt like I was getting out of jail.
Not that I’ve ever been to jail,
But just the way everyone was looking at me that last day.
The look of longing from the other patients.
The look of hope that the workers were giving me.
The nervousness I felt to get back to the real world.
That first meal that wasn’t from a cheap styrofoam container.
That first taste of mental freedom.
It was only 3 days but something changed in me.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
