So I’m in Boston for a night (staying with breakth3cycle :) ) and I went to visit one of my best friends who’s at the STU. When I got there, the staff said her therapist came to see her and I should wait. I was sitting there having a mini panic attack because I was so scared it was G but the door opened and out came her other therapist/director of 3East. So that was good. It was also nice to spend some time with her because I haven’t seen her since I left CEDC.
It was interesting spending some time on an inpatient unit. In the past, I would’ve thought, “It’s not fair. She’s being taken care of more than I am. She’s sicker than me. People care about her more.” but all I felt this time was sadness that she’s back inpatient and not doing well. If there was any jealousy, it was extremely fleeting. It simply solidified the feeling that I don’t want to be a patient anymore and I would rather be in the “real world”, doing “normal” things, like going to school, working, grocery shopping/cooking (eek!), etc. I’m really proud of myself and I don’t know where this motivation has come from, but I’m holding onto it as tightly as I can.