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Here I am again,
inpatient again,
having my freedoms restricted again,
Self sabotaging myself again,
crying for help again,
hurting myself again.
But there’s some differences this time.
This time I have a son I want to go home to.
He is my everything.
This time I have a husband I want to go home to.
He is my anchor.
This time I’m realizing how much they mean to me
and how much I miss them.
This time I want to get better for them.
This time I won’t give up.
I may be here again,
but my story isn’t over,
and this time I’ll get better again.
About the Creator
Rachel Cohen
I’m an Orthodox Jew sharing my journey through trauma, PTSD, and bipolar disorder—the struggles, the resilience, and the search for healing and light.
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