I had a dream I was happily at home. Then I woke up to the realization of where I really was.
I am locked inside a prison in my mind that I cannot escape from.
I have died while I am still breathing in a tomb above ground.
I had another dream I was happily at home. Then I woke up to the horrific realization of where I really was.
I am in a prison within a prison.
One is the prison inside my bipolar brain,
and the other is the prison cell I am locked up in, inside the Psychiatric hospital.
I am now double barricaded inside the prison in my mind.
I have died again, while I am still breathing in a tomb above ground.
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Being in hospital sucks. But hopefully it will help you get to a place where you can be free from both prisons. xoxo
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I am so sorry you have to go through this. I hope you are well enough to go home soon. Thank you for posting even though you are feeling so bad.
hugs sue. i just want to say, i am so glad your alive, and i missyou and love you and hope you’ll be home soon. xo
Praying that you are well soon. 💜💜💜💜💜 we all need you!