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I’ve been laying in my bed conscious for what feels like hours.

The room is cold, the one thin white sheet I have is providing no warmth.

I trace the fading scars on my thighs, so this is what it feels like to get better?

 

This is getting better?

Locking me in a small room with only my thoughts to keep me occupied, that will make me better?

Myself and my thoughts are what drive me crazy.  

My thoughts are what brought me to this place.

This crazy place.

  

And yet they still have me sit in here for fourteen hours a day, unaccompanied.

They must be missing a few steps in the process of recovery.

If anything this place is the problem.

This place will make me crazy.