Another agonizing morning had come, with the pains in my arms being pierced in with needles and injections. Anytime I woke up that way, I knew I had freaked out the previous night. It was natural for me to express violence from time to time, either out of frustration or anger. What soothed my thoughts was the writing in my journal, a journal gotten by my cousin Lisa for me. She had recommended it to help calm my nerves whenever I felt stressed or choked up. I didn't want to buy into the idea, but I found it helping me little by little. Every time I wanted to cry, or felt anything besides happiness, I penned it down. It helped a lot, I must say.
Doctor Lee, the doctor assigned to take care of me and his nurse, Miss Jan, walked in to give my drugs as usual. Miss Jan had been the one friend I'd made because I felt she somewhat understood what I was going through, sometimes I felt she'd gone through it but made it out. And she having my older sister's name, also made fond of her. Doctor Lee was very nice to, always doing his best to calm me down and make me feel good. It was nice having people who loved me once more but then again, it wouldn't be same.
"Good morning pretty...