It started at 8:25 pm on January 29. Sunday, I went to the ER to talk to someone about the depression I was feeling. By 4am, I was on a cot in the hallway of the "lockdown" section at Pine Grove.
One day later, I'm in my own room after being doused with coke by a crazy guy and I have a crayon to write with.... It's the little things, really.
So, why am I here? How did I get here? We'll try to find these answers in the coming days. For now, I'll sleep.
Cordially,
The Patient in Room 141
1-30-2011
(A side note, I actually wrote 2011 on my first journal entry. I knew it was 2012, but I was so used to writing 2011 and was so out of it that I messed up.)
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