...I was in the hospital, beginning a journey that, quite literally, nearly sucked the life out of me. At the time, I longed for the day when I would be able to look back on it and have it seem like a distant memory, and now here I am, able to do just that.
I am still somewhat phobic of hospitals, and I have at least a couple of dreams a month in which I'm institutionalized or in some sort of hospital environment where I can't escape and nobody I love knows I'm there. At least I don't wake from those disoriented and in the midst of a full-blown panic attack anymore.
Good health is truly a gift.
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Congrats on a healthy year then. I suppose the mental stuff is some form of PSD...
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