| Poems in English |
5.1.1999
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Dear Mom, Well I am being guarded in my room now, because I am too nervous around the other patients and even some of the nurses at night. I have spent some time strapped down to a bed, but it works better than knocking me out with lots of drugs. I am still waiting for more details on my drugs, because they are all quite new. They say that I am doing worse, but I disagree. I want to start from scratch and grow up all over again. I need limits and ways to play safe with other people. The others in the unit (there are only 4) are the most fragile and confused in the whole floor and I feel safe only with a nurse, alone, or G (my husband). Especially G. G is offering me better support than ever before. Although I do appreciate all the support that you give me too. G gives me the gift of intimate love and committment. Safe and sound in the hospital. Yours, Wendy |