You where sitting on the bed of the dark empty room, the walls padded. A real padded room. Everything safe.. and soft.. and calming. Well, trying to be, anyway.

Just meals dropped to your room, check ups, and head doctor's of all kinds visiting you.

It's no surprise you got here.. after the abuse. The trauma. Now you're stuck with all these labels. Diagnoses. the list of them goes on. Nobody has yet seemed to reach you. Really connect. No staff knew if they ever will.