I cried at the hospital four years ago after my mom died. My mom had just died, I was in agony from a bad back, I had to take two months off work, I lost my housing, I had to quit school. I had to drive up and back to see my mom twice by myself and they were two hour drives for one way and they were both the drives from hell.
This all happened in the space of two weeks.
I had stayed out of the hospital for 25 years but when I got home from the last drive it was all too much for me and I got suicidal and that night I had my ex-brother-in-law take me to check me in to the hospital.
The hospital was scary as hell, it was the hospital that served this whole county and being a large city there were some real shady, crazy people in there and I was 55 years old. The first night they gave me a cot in a large room for all the men. Everybody around me was talking to themselves and acting crazy, it was hard to go to sleep.
I got up in the morning and they gave me a little disposable plastic bowl of oatmeal and a piece of toast and I sat by myself on a couch eating with my plastic spoon and it was just all too much for me. I started crying.
I bowed my head to hide it but thinking of my poor mom and the fact I had lived independently in normie society for 20 years working and living close to a normal life and now all that happened to me… My mom was gone and I was losing everything I had worked so hard for, yeah, it was tough. I cried.
