An entry from my journal while being hospitalized for postpartum depression:
I want to get better so bad. I just want to feel like myself again. I want to be able to joke, play, be social... I'm scared I'm never going to get there. I have heard, as well as read, numerous times that this is not forever. And while I believe it's true, I also don't at the same time. But I have to keep believing and staying strong.
I have to remember the good in life. I've been so blessed--I can and WILL get through this.
I finally received my bag of clothes that my parents dropped off. Unfortunately, visiting hours are only on Tuesdays and Saturdays so I wasn't able to see them. I had to wait about an hour for someone to take inventory on my belongings. It was strange watching this happen. A girl took each item out, unfolded it and examined it. She even had to cut the string out of my pajama pants. My toiletries have been locked up and I must ask to use them. This is so surreal.
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