English

Journal Entry, 1969

All of life is a coming home. Picture yourself walking days through the snow you don’t even no your walking in circles, your shouts disappearing into the wind, and how small u are and how far away home can really feel..
The stone was all in my mind I found myself in the dark. For I have had lost the right path eventually I will find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.

I have had several jobs none seem to fit, I don’t seem to fit. I found myself surrounded by boring going no where. I look around me, and it went on like it did before its like a distinction.

I feel as though I can’t fit into the right places and have lost my path and reasons in my life. Becoming suicidal and trying to find myself again I admit myself to Fairfax Hospital psychiatric Ward to find the answers.

As soon as I set foot inside I felt a sick twist in my tummy, couldn’t move was scared. Did I really belong here? Was I doing the right thing by putting myself...