Jeanne Bustamante

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Yesterday, after a week of feeling ill to my stomach and not doing anything about it, I finally called my…

I’m home. Being home is good, but it’s also bad. I’m surrounded by reminders that my husband is gone. This…

Tomorrow, I head home. I want to be home. I want to be in my own space. I want to…

I was planning to stay in Chicago until my birthday weekend, but I realized that I couldn’t do that. It’s…

There are some days in August for which I have no memory. They include when I first arrived at Cottonwood…

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Today was a tough day for me for a variety of reasons already recorded in my personal journal. Suffice to…

I brought a crocheting project with me to Chicago. My neighbor teased me about bringing so much clothing, but part…

I cried over lasagna tonight. The lasagna wasn’t bad. It was fine. Not my favorite, but a perfectly serviceable dinner.…

So now I know what it is like to spend time in a mental health facility. Now I know what…

I am a widow. But I am not alone. Even if my house were empty (which at the moment it…