Consider Me Lucky

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, this is a look at my experience being hospitalized, from a different perspective:

Consider me lucky
Because I was protected
By a woman who was just doing her job
And didn’t really seem to care

And consider me lucky
Because when I woke up in a room with barred windows,
I didn’t want to die anymore—
Just to go home

Consider me lucky
Because I had two homes:
One full of family
And one full of friends

And consider me lucky
Because those friends and that family
Dropped everything to take care of me.
They are still dropping everything.

But don’t consider me lucky to still be alive
Because I did that;
I saved myself
By telling the truth in the therapist’s office
Even though I didn’t want to.

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