Stanford doctors and staff during my last admission kept bugging me to either get a part-time job or go back to school in order to "structure [my] time."
I registered for Spring Semester while I was still hospitalized.
The social worker comes up to me in the hallway after learning I was headed back to college, and asks, "On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you?"
I'm depressed, I'm thinking, I don't get excited. "About a three," I respond honestly.
"Why so low? Maybe you should pick another class?"
What do these people want from me? I'm ill! If I could function in normal life, I wouldnt be in the hospital.
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