I'm lying in my hospital bed, but no longer sleep like a log.
I've been here so long, 6 weeks now. The nightmares are getting too much to bear and I stifle a sob.
The staff are too busy to talk as apparently there is a patient kicking off.
I count the squares on the ceiling; I can't believe how bad I am feeling.
How on earth did I end up here? Patients all say I look "fine"; nurses tell me "it's ok, you'll be alright but it does take time".
The nightshift arrive. I can hear them chat chat chatting away. It's time for the evening roll call. They arrive at my bed and say "this is Arlene, she's getting better every day".
I force a smile; I feel so bad.
I miss my kids, they are at home with their Dad.
The nurses' voices trail off. I'm left here on my own with nothing but my thoughts for company. I feel so alone.
I cry into my pillow; eventually drift off to sleep in a very sad state indeed.
This place fills me with fear.
How on earth did I end up here?
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Less happy days gone by.
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"This is me - don't try and change it..."
