Coming Home
Nothing could have prepared me for coming home.2 months in hospital does something to you.
When you're home it's the little things that feel weird.
It's the ability to charge your phone whilst you lie in bed.
It's the lack of a face at your door checking up on you every hour.
It's the quiet of no alarms, no screaming and no arguing.
It's the having to remember your keys when you go out.
It's the ability to come and go as you please.
Without the signing out, the description what you're wearing and the time you are due back all being written down.
Nothing could have prepared me for coming home.
It's the ability have free access to scissors, tweezers and nail clippers.
It's the double bed and the lockable bathroom door.
It's the lack of people to talk to who just 'get' it.
It's the sorting your own meds and not being called to the clinic door.
It's the ability to do your own washing without needing to get staff to open the laundry room.
It's the calmness of the evening and the quietness of the morning.
It's the texting of people checking you're safe now you're not kept in hospital wards.
2 months in hospital does something to you.
Nothing could have prepared me for coming home.
Written by Steph Corris - June 2019
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