I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words...


we are not who we think we are.
the boy with turrets told the funniest jokes
the girl who rakes her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings
the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul
the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart
the girl who tried to **** her self told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep.
the boy who wanted to **** himself had the deepest passion for cooking.
the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful
the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs
the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies.
the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all the get better and that he was for once, telling the truth.
the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for everyone that felt they were feeling bullied.
the boy with severe social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals.

we are not who you think we are...