No more Monologues
November 05, 2002 3:38 a.m.
I watched them walk to the car and almost immediately burst into tears. As I walked back into the building, I was contemplating a million things in my mind. My own sanity was at the top of the list. It wasn't normal to feel like this. Fine, I had been sick... but that was still no excuse for wanting to sleep so much and feeling so horrible and hopeless. The A's walked to my room with me, laughing and commenting that they missed being on the same floor as me, and that I should come visit more often. A #1 stayed in my room after A #2 left. We talked for over an hour.The topics ranged from bad professors and classes to health and mental being. We talked about meds and therapists. Family histories and recent developments. We talked about stigmas that follow, and the inability to talk to people about what we are truly feeling.
Saying everything out loud to a person who could truly understand what I was dealing with felt amazing. THIS was why people go to therapy. The ability to pour out bottled up emotions to someone who wouldn't hurt you with them. The chance to release the tears that were burning your eyes. I had forgotten how to say so many things. No diary can ever be the same as a person. No diary can give you a hug and then take you out for Wendy's after midnight. No diary can give you a dialogue instead of a monologue.
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