Nearly a year has passed since

I found myself situated in that

Psychiatric Behavioral Health Unit.

But not a day has passed that I

Don’t find myself reminiscing,

Missing the simplest of things.

 

Daily therapy sessions

Routine psychiatric visits

Oversized maroon scrubs

Squatting to wash my hair

6:00am vital signs

Morning decaf coffee

7:00am country countdown

15-minute check-ups

Medication round-ups

Crayons and coloring pages

Designated phone calls

Caring, loving nurses

Blossoming friendships

 

But I’ve found what I miss most

Is the undeniable stability;

The impeccably detailed routines

That kept me, freed me, from myself.

I want to go back – please take me back.