It’s currently 1AM and I am writing this from my own bed in my own room, where I’m going to stay. I mean, I’m going to leave my room; but I’m not on leave and I don’t have to go back to hospital tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or even next week. I’m discharged, I’m home, and it feels so right.
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
– Bob Dylan
The last time I wrote, forgive me if I don’t recall exactly as I didn’t read it over, we were in the midst of a transition back to Logan hospital. Spoiler: that didn’t happen.
“There is no beauty without some strangeness.” – Poe
I can’t do it any longer. I can’t put off updating things because I don’t like what is going to be said. As my dad and I remind each other constantly, it’s okay to not be okay. Cheesy af but true.