I'm realizing I usually stick to burgundy in my sets. We'll see how some color goes.

My little sister's depression has landed her in the psych ward for a few days.
They won't even let her have shoelaces (possibly could be used to choke), and she doesn't want to talk to us about her feelings. nobody will see this, I'm just scared. I love that kid. She pushes away.
Last I heard they had all the kiddies in a room watching Casper while doctors made their notes and watched. Pill pushing. F/cking dehumanizing. I had been diagnosed at her age, but hers manifests in anger, makes her rash. Mine shut me down. I want to be helpful and empowering, but hers is so much deeper. Based on the reactions of my parents these passed few days, we're all just lost, uncertain, children.
I've never figured out if it was better to be zombified or scream-sobbing.