If I hadn't written several blog posts about my hospitalization right after I got out, I wouldn't remember very much. Obviously I was in a bad way or I wouldn't have been in there in the first place. I only remember the admissions process and the horror I felt when I found out I'd been diagnosed bipolar 1. I met some people in there with whom I'm friends here on the outside, but I barely recall the circumstances at the time. I think nature provides a merciful blurring of bad memories in these cases.