What Can I Say?
That hasn't already been said? It's been one hell of a year, and we're only 3 months, er, closer to 4, into the year. Illness, heartbreak, loss, it's hit me like a ton of bricks. I debated upon just giving up, and throwing in the towel, or hanging and around and riding the waves.
As you can see, I'm riding. Where I'll end up? I haven't a clue, yet. I'm still at Carmel Ridge, and will probably be there until the day I die. Working in a mental hospital isn't the easiest job in the world, especially when you become attached to your patients. It takes it's toll on you, knowing that sometimes, all you can do is be there for them. When the medications no longer work, and their minds slip further and further away from reality, it suddenly hits you. It could be you.
We're all only a few steps away from the line. The line I've danced on for years, the line we dare not speak of, but all know is there. After all, what is reality, really?
As you tell- sleep, it's not my friend tonight.
As you can see, I'm riding. Where I'll end up? I haven't a clue, yet. I'm still at Carmel Ridge, and will probably be there until the day I die. Working in a mental hospital isn't the easiest job in the world, especially when you become attached to your patients. It takes it's toll on you, knowing that sometimes, all you can do is be there for them. When the medications no longer work, and their minds slip further and further away from reality, it suddenly hits you. It could be you.
We're all only a few steps away from the line. The line I've danced on for years, the line we dare not speak of, but all know is there. After all, what is reality, really?
As you tell- sleep, it's not my friend tonight.