I can handle anything!

I heard that song again. The one that I listened to about 12 times on the way to my first psych ward. Its called “White Houses” By Vanessa Carlton.

Its like when you smell pipe tobacco and automatically think of Grandpa. That song makes me think of my past every time I hear it.

Even though I didn’t enjoy the psych wards I have been to, I do have some good memories. Especially when my meds are at the right levels.

It doesn’t make me sad anymore though; it makes me feel STRONG. Like I can handle anything!


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