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Waiting for group therapy to start, I type this on my phone. The unit is quiet now, waiting for the hustle and bustle of the day to begin. Patient’s shuffle in and I smile, say good morning. Even in this environment I aim to please, want to be that sparkly personality for everyone to see. The other day in art therapy we were asked to make a mask; the front was what you present to the world and the other side was what is really in there. I painted the outside a garish yellow and orange, with lots of glitter.
“It looks like you got burned,” someone says.
“Your eyes are like big X’s,” says someone else. That’s me, see nothing so don’t deal with anything. Art therapy is amazing in that way. You never know what you’re going to find.
Time to pour my guts out yet again, vomit all this pain out. This is hard work, but I am tentatively feeling better. Cautiously optimistic. Something’s gotta give, right??

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