"He's Ready."

After being tied down for several months, the doctors and nurses tell me that I'm ready to go home. The day has come; they will be releasing me into the outside world.

But there's a catch...

They will be keeping a close eye on me and will have nurses check on me every so often to make sure I can handle the real world again. I've been dead for so long, trapped in a dark place, but now I'm free. This depression had taken over me... and I let it. I forgot the sensation of happiness and emotions; and now that they are back, I feel like my old self.

Sort of...

I'm writing again, which has helped, but it doesn't fully fill the void I so desperately need to fill. There's just... something missing... I don't know what it is. Sometimes I get these bursts of emotions. One minute I'm fine and dandy, then all of a sudden, screaming at the mirror and crying my self to sleep. The nurses told me it is a side effect from the medication. I just want my life back. I need to break free.