Trapped in the Hospital — Felt “Desperate”
During one ten-week stint, as she stared at the drab walls and inhaled the suffocating odors of sickness and antiseptic, Shell shared that she felt simply desperate for happiness. She was desperate “for serotonin,” to be precise.
Trapped in the bleak, joyless hospital room, confined to a bed, wired in with tubes and IV lines, she had little to do but reflect on her terrifying diagnosis and languishing dreams. Unable to pursue those dreams, she struggled to find joy in this prison-like stage of her life.