It was an experience for sure. 3+ deeply psychotic patients with hallucinations. At the same time. It was rough they kept me on Ativan pretty well because their behavior, though I understood why, still made me angry and anxious. Idk why I get angry at it, but I do. Probably because they're the root of my anxiety? Idk. 

Anyway, the Dr was really nice, but there was this nurse, who blew me away. He was in the marines-hated it. Hates it. When asked why by the other pt conversating, he said "do you like killing people? Do I look like I like killing people?" Very respectable. He handed out *side* hugs like candy. Kinda felt like a dad, haha. I'm crying thinking about it and I don't know why. 

Day shift was generally really cool. Laid back but assertive. Night shift was extremely hit or miss. 

I feel more inspired now than I've felt in I have no idea how long. I have ideas again. I don't feel good. I don't even feel great. I feel pretty fantastic. 

I met a lot of cool people and I never questioned their intentions. I can't remember ever not questioning intentions. Idk. I'm just hopeful I guess. 

Just my train of thought post discharge.