Quite a way to begin the new year.

On 28 December we were admitted in Montevista Hospital for a suicide attempt. The story of that particular event is complicated and so for now, we will ignore it. At any rate, we spent nearly two weeks under a legal hold, during which we were overmedicated and twice placed on line-of-vision. There were only two worthwhile memories of the time spent there. The first was New Year's Eve, when we were given a "special snack" and allowed to watch the fireworks. Most everyone went to sleep except ourself and a man named Chris. We wished each other a happier new year, and embraced, and it was a bonding moment, even something that basic.

The second was of a man we will simply call Abe, as his daughter is a celebrity and would likely not want his inpatient stay revealed. Abe was an elderly gentleman who had attempted suicide as well, and it was sad to look upon him: a man with such heart, and more stories and wit by which we were entertained. He was very talented in humor, and it made our stay bearable. He made a profound impact on us, as one day Siroun told him some of our history, and how some believed it was our fault, the abuse that occured. He looked straight into the eyes, and said, "You weren't a contender."

It was a turning point, I believe. This man gave us a different perspective and for that we are grateful. Of course there is no way to contact him, except through his daughter, but again; as she is a celebrity I hesitate in contacting her. Though, we would like to thank him, after all.