Hospital

Well, two months later and I'm discharged from hospital. I myself call that such a fucking achievement considering it was the hardest place to be where you have no contact to the outside world excpet for a 10 minute phone call and a brief walk to the vending machine.
I'm happy.
I'm alright.
I want to live and explore.
I am Bec Freeman, I have severe depression and a pcychotic side show. More importantly, it doesn't affect my life anymore. My emotions do not control me.
You can like me, or you can hate me, but I am me now.