interview with the psychiatrist. i'm not leaving today.
man, right now i don't even feel like writing. not sure if it's just that i'm feeling a little broken right now or if i'm just out of things to say.
honestly, i'm frustrated that i'm going to be stuck here. i don't believe that i'm an imminent danger to myself, yet they won't let me out until they're sure they have me stabilized. well, i feel stable enough not to be here. i feel less stable in here. i understand that there's not a 'depression ward', but to take someone in who's simply depressed and lump him in with schizophrenics and dementia patients is enough to push him. i am more depressed now than i was when i got here. honestly, based on the unpredictability of the personalities in here, i am afraid to talk to anyone. there are some potentially volatile folks.
holy crap. david crosby [not his real name, duh], alongside whom i was admitted last night, can literally talk about nothing in astounding detail. every last movement, each word and breath, every color and scent and sound of the day he found his cat. amazing the things that a damaged mind will focus on.
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