Friday, April 23, 2010

David, My Friend

I met with Dr. Roberts & we talked about my hating myself & we talked about my life & me wanting to kill myself. I asked him when can I go home. He said, “We’ll talk more.” And he left. I met with someone & was asked a bunch of questions about myself, my feelings & my life. I would walk around the unit looking lost. I wanted to go into the T.V. room, but they smoked in there, so I stayed out of there. I met a guy named David & we talked for awhile. He thought I was in there for either drugs or alcohol. I said neither. He said I would have never of guessed, I thought you were in for one or the other or both. I told him that I didn’t touch drugs or alcohol anymore. He was having a hard time with his life, with his wife & kids, just not happy anymore & did not know why. He was sorta a Mormon, whatever that means. We talked for quiet awhile about our lives and stuff. David was a really hurting man & a good man. That cares so much for his family. David & I hit it off well.