This is part of a month long series on depression. This post is about my first night of hospitalization. I had been treated, but never hospitalized, for depression before this...
The first night of hospitalization was arriving at 10 pm. It was darkness, it was whispered instructions, it was whispered questions and whispered answers.
"Here's your room," Zack said.
"Is there someone in my room?" I asked.
"Yup," Zack said and gently closed the door.
I lay awake for an hour or so.
I whispered "sorry" to my roommate whom I thought I had woken up. I don't know if I had or not. As it turns out, neither of us are great sleepers.
My roommate was the biggest blessing of my whole adventure.
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Post from one year ago today...
September 7, 2016
TWITTER, PART 2 OF 8 - START WITH A PERSONAL ACCOUNT
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Next month is a happier topic. I will post all of the pictures you send.
