I feel broken. My pills help me get evened out a little, a slight 'burst' of creativity after I take them, but I am still broken. I had been trying to write to keep myself stable over the past few days, but I ended up losing track of the days, wrote a page that was full of the word [********] before just giving up on it entirely.

The pleasant side of things is that I made a few friends in the Behavioral Health Unit.

Unfortunately everyone tells me I apologize too much.