May 22, 2020 Entry 1: Cockroach. Thinking about that word and what that bug looks like is gross. Gag me. (There were a lot of roaches when it rained, I became known as a roach killer hero).
Entry 2: Life in the mental ward. Up early for breakfast. Three groups a day. Lunch. Dinner. Snack before bed. Weight check every week. Vitals twice a day. Medication. Nurses and doctors. Patients needing everything from scrubs to soap to water to crayons. Bed shaped like a "U". Velcro shower curtain hooks. No personal electronics. Landline with a short cord. Electric piano with a stuck key and no power. TV always on. No visitors due to COVID-19. Card games. Origami. Art. Pacing for hours. This is my life now.
On this day, I tried to stay away from writing about my emotions too much in an attempt to distract myself. Sometimes distractions are your best friend, but it is always good to face the emotions and deal with them instead of letting them fester only to later explode.
