I hated every second of my time in psychiatric treatment. I spent every moment wanting to leave, wanting to be rid of that place, and feeling confined. But I got something good out of it, too.
Dear Self, When you stand in front of a mirror, your hands slide over your skin. Your fingernails never dig into your flesh, but make no mistake. You have never been gentle, and you spend this time ripping yourself apart. You pinch at your belly, and watch until the red marks of your fingers fade […]