A new shift of nurses welcomed me brightly as I walked into the unit, the optimism draining from their faces immediately as they took in my disheveled appearance: hospital scrubs hanging off my underweight body, a trash bag of soiled clothes in hand, and the trails of that one dab of mascara smeared all the way down my puffy, tear-stained face.
No more…
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