Dear little birdy,
When father told me to go to a mental institution, of course I immediately said no. But my attempts at throwing a trantrum were futile, and I found yself standing right in front of a hospital, six days later.
I wish I could say I hate it, because who likes mental institutions?
But, I don't.
Yeah...I do not.
The thing is, this is different. I have classes every week on thursdays, and that means I'm not stuck. They don't give me medication, the counsel me. I met a few people at todays meeting. They all seem just like me: Lost, depressed. One thing I finally have in common with people...we all need help.
I feel at home here, ain't that a first?
-Lucy
