I've got to be, like, the oddest person ever. I really liked being in the hospital, I felt so safe, and it was so good to be around this group of people who could be real and understanding of each other. I even got a few chances to help other patients, some in very large ways - which is what gave me enough hope to be safe leaving the inpatient program. I've been in the inpatient or partial programs for the last two weeks, now this weekend feels empty and depressing. I can look forward to going back Monday, but this weekend is still hard. I'm very grateful to have the partial program for this next week, I'd fall apart without it because of the stress of trying to get all I need to be able to start college, moving on campus Saturday.
I don't know how I'm pushing on to do this stuff. I feel like curling up and giving up, I'm so tired. I guess there's a truth I need to affirm in myself - as much as it feels like I'm a wimp with no perseverance, the fact that I'm alive and fighting at all tells me that feeling is false. Maybe if we all looked for, grabbed, and affirmed in ourselves those kinds of truths we'd be better off. Probably no maybe about it, too bad it's so hard to believe anything good when depressed.

Has anyone else liked being in the hospital, or am I just really weird? I guess it makes sense for me when home's not so great and loneliness is huge. But it still seems odd.

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Matthew 11:28
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.</font color=green> Sounds good...