I feel like trash today! It’s April 18, 2020, and so much of my hospital inpatient/outpatient happened right around this time 3 years ago. It’s really tough to think about.

I feel so much love for the people I met in both inpatient and outpatient. They were so lovely, supportive, and were such good listeners.

But what really sticks out is how much trauma I have from BMC. I don’t feel like I can ever really love my college or my college experience, because I was physically removed from the college by the administration during a time when I needed support.

I don’t have any polished thoughts or ideas about this, but I think this is something I will always carry with me. It sucks and it hurts.