I walked the halls trying to burn at least a few calories. Being stuck in a psych ward where you eat crap and have no physical activities going on. So we walk the halls.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I woke up the next morning with sore calves. It hurt to walk because I had been admitted in the middle of the night with no shoes. The floors hurt my bare feet.
The only thing to look forward to, was meal time and visiting hours.
At Meal time, I would make it into a game. I would take one bite of each food at a time in order to add some spice to my day.
I never ate in the kitchen with everyone else, I always ate in my room.
I liked to be by myself.
When my Dad visited me every night, we would walk the halls some more. When group time was over for the day, we walk.