I'm back at the asylum.

Things didn't go so well. I completely lost confidence in myself. My
vision of the future darkened until there was nothing to look forward
to. I didn't try to kill myself.

I don't know where I left off with this phlog. Eventually I got out of
the asylum. Now I'm back. I panicked and called the emergency
line. No! I walked down to the hospital, but the emergency room was
closed. I called the doorbell and asked if they were open. A voice
said no, I needed an appointment. This was in the middle of the night.

A week later I panicked again and called the emergency line.

That's how I got back.