Disclaimer The following post shares a bit about one of the darkest moments in my recent life. I will be sharing some journal entries from my stay in the hospital this past May 2020 due to deep depression and PTSD symptoms. This in no way reflects how I am currently feeling, but my hope is that what I went through may help someone else who is or has gone through the same/similar feelings. This post may have some triggers, so I wanted to prepare you for the content.
May 21, 2020 Entry 1: Today I will try something new. I will say good morning to people because I wish it to be a "good" morning. For others and, God willing, for me.
Entry 2: I have completed over 100 origami pieces and over 100 drawings...
Entry 3: Today, well, really yesterday, I remembered how much I enjoy doing crafts and teaching others how to do them too. It may be all the positive reinforcement and encouragement I have received while here, but I think I may want to be a therapist or guidance counselor or recreational therapist for special needs children. Food for thought.
People here are also saying that I am good at writing. It is nice to get words of affirmation from someone other than my mom.
This is where my new dream was born. I want to use my degree to be a recreational therapist. It is nice to be able to dream again and participate in things I am passionate about.
