Crazy Daycare II
I’m done. They let me loose. Graduated Stigma cum Loud.
Now I have to DO SOMETHING. Get work, or apply for financial assistance, or start a counterfeit operation. Gotta find a hobby. Gotta leave the house more. Gotta start reintegrating. Emphasis on “grating”. Gotta make and keep my therapy appointments. Gotta stay on top of meds. Gotta shower, eat, and exercise regularly. Sitting alone in the dark is frowned upon. Rocking and whimpering more so.
To be fair, Day Hospital wasn’t bad. I even grew fond of a few people and really enjoyed Occupational Therapy. I learned a few things. I unlearned a few things. I may not be ready to take on the world, but I am ready to take my place in it.
What’s your story?