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The next morning was an eventful one. Gerry, who had been at best ignoring me to all end, suddenly opened up. I wonder what Henry did to make that happen. Regardless, I took advangtage of this newfound kindness and let my guard down to gain the trust of this once frightening man. In therapy I opened up about my childhood for the first time. I told of my father's death and how hard it was growing up in my house and all the excuses I used to get away. The ward suddenly seemed less tense with that weight off my shoulder and Dr. Garrison, I could tell, was proud that I was able to open my fences to these violent strangers. At lunch Henry cornered me and lauded my bravery. It was in futility for all I saw was an empty attempt at generousity. We got 2 new members in the ward that evening and I looked forward to their stories tomorrow, but for now I go to bed and for the first time since I have been here I slept soundly.