All right.
So welcome to the green glow--
psych ward.
[rain pouring]
I'd rather be just about anywhere but
inside this shelter right now.
These rainy days are brutal.
It's cold.
I don't want to go outside.
I don't want to be in here.
And it's just a monotonous day.
It's going to be tough.
Need my blue sky for my mental health.
How in the world did I survive Vancouver Island?
I don't know.
I had a white tarp, for one thing.
Huge difference, white tarp.
Not this green psych ward shelter I'm living in.
It's not good-- not good for the mind.
Just sitting here staring at the fire.
Hoping the rain slows down or stops today at some point,
so I can get outside.
[rain pouring]
I'm pretty sick of myself.
Yep.
Had all about enough of me as I can stand.
[laughs] Woo!
It's a party.
Party of one! That's me.
You know, I don't think it's--
the rain is lightening up at all.
I don't think the sky is, either.
[rain pouring]
It's my wishful imagination.
I'm not sure how much more I can handle today.
Hey, guys.
Turns out I'm pretty sick of hanging out with myself.
And I'm pretty lonely.
It-- it gets to you after a while.
Just the quiet of not sharing the experience--
it just kind of eats away at you.
[sobbing] And, uh, starving sucks.
[laughs]
It has been so incredibly humbling to go
through this twice.
I feel like this time, because I was alone instead of with Dave,
it's a bit of redemption.
It's a bit of a chance to prove on my own
the skills that I have.
But there is this recollection of Vancouver Island.
I don't want to go there again.
I don't want to get that hungry again.
This is enough hungry.
This is enough cold.
This is enough loneliness.
It's enough of the green monster.
It's like, OK, this is over.
Leave with a smile on my face.
And that's what I choose.