There were people at the psych hospital who collected friends like it was the first of a lifetime of summer camps. I was nice to everyone but had no interest in making new friends while there. Surprisingly, there are two people I intend to stay in contact with and grow friendships.
Anyway, I left the hospital to return to my life. Some people I met there had already left. Other people I met there were still there when my turn to leave came. That should be that. That should be that, but that’s not that. I can’t stop thinking of all the people still there. My mind returns over and over again to the people still imprisoned and I worry if they’re okay or if they’re barely surviving. I worry about these mostly strangers as though I abandoned them.
I shouldn’t be haunted. It’s astounding how much that place got into my psyche.
I hope everyone’s okay.
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