Credits: The Story Begins by Crisdam Designs

Journaling: Sometimes in the middle of the night, these halls are so quiet it can really play on your imagination. I have been known to hurry through them quickly and even talk to myself in a quiet soliloquy. Pain. Hope. Grief. Healing. So many emotions throughout these sterile corridors. Raw and tender. I’ll bet I’m not the only one to carry on a conversation in my own mind in this place. The hospital.