It’s been almost three months now since I got out from psychiatry clinic. The thought of the room number 6 where I was held still lingers so vividly in my memory leaving a mark. Until this day, I am certain that I have managed to continue surviving there just because I couldn’t find any ways to kill myself in those moments. I miss Jack. I miss his friendship and unconditional love. I can’t forgive myself that I lost him because I wasn’t well enough to take of him and myself. He needed me and...
