That's a really good question. Honestly, it was that I can get through more than I thought I could. I was ready to end it all, but somehow made it through something very painful and came out the other side. I'm thankful I had help to do so, because there were many moments in the hospital that I just cried with no clear solution to my issues except to just push through them.

Not in my ward, anyway. We usually just had our meals delivered to us in our ward, except for Wednesday, where we got to go and pick our food up and bring it back to the ward.

The food was like regular hospital food, so basically crappy. I did not eat much while I was there except for mainly the snacks they offered after dinner, which were normal and tasty.