9th September 2021

It's my seventh day in the hospital. My day wasn't bad. I'm not going to lie though, I started getting seriously bored. I miss my home, my cat, my friends. It's a problem that I don't have my phone, and it's another problem that my cat isn't here with me. I missed my room too.

I guess I'm a bit pessimistic today. I want to get out of hospital the soonest time possible, wish to go back home and be back to my old regularity. 

I had a nightmare last night. My psychologist was telling me that I only have panick attacks, and that I'm making people, my alters up. Then I was talking to the psychiatrist. She was telling me similar things. It was a nightmare like that. I haven't mentioned the details of it, but to be honest I got seriously scared.

I feel distress inside for some reason.