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On Friday, I was discharged from Newton-Wellesley Hospital after a month of being confined against my will. I certainly enjoy the greater freedom I have on the outside, along with the increased computer usage.

So how do I feel? Actually a tad worse than the days leading up to the incident. I was cranky on the day of the incident, but before that, I was blissfully content juggling in D.C. and eating their overpriced pizza. Maybe I need to juggle a soccer ball again to get back into a good mood.

I don't really experience depression...ever (well, nearly ever). In general, I'm more likely to be anxious than depressed and more likely to be bored than anxious. I get bored very easily, and I need to be entertained almost constantly. I have been like this since I was a child, and I have coping mechanisms for it; when hospitalized, my coping mechanisms are removed.

And I am currently not hearing voices in my head. I keep repeating this, because people ask me a lot. I heard voices in my head a year ago, but they suddenly stopped. It actually confuses some people when I tell them this. Perhaps other symptoms I've been experiencing are co-morbid with hearing voices?

I am however experiencing other mental and bodily changes. My memory has been in decline...at the age of 26. Perhaps this is due to the meds? My speech might have been affected by the meds too; I experienced an increase in the usage of malapropisms during my hospital stay (this didn't occur at all before the stay...). Luckily, now that I'm out, I haven't noticed myself saying any blatant verbal mistakes in the past couple days. People also tell me I look different, and that my appearance fluctuates greatly. I did gain weight at Newton-Wellesley Hospital...

Do I regret traveling? Absolutely not. I had the time of my life in Mexico, Cuba, Canada, and D.C. Perhaps coming back was a bad idea...Massachusetts police might be a tad stricter than in other places, but I don't really know. Maybe Cuban police would have done the same; I do not know their policy and how it differentiates from that of where I'm from. Since I wasn't actually going to attempt suicide, I would have preferred that the police chilled with me and then departed after I indicated I wouldn't actually kill myself. But instead, I was brought to a hospital against my will, where I faced approximately-one-month detainment and afterward received a bill in the mail. It was an 842-dollar Facebook post haha. At least I was introduced to Lactaid in the hospital. That stuff tastes great.

Oh, and here’s the video I promised everyone:

https://www.facebook.com/jeff.farrell.9699/videos/733306797055758/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpP6GtRKtL0

Here’s to sitting on the couch eating pizza haha