When home is a hospital room

The hospital was my literal home, but I soon realised I had to spiritually embrace my time there as well if I wanted to get out and make a recovery. I filled my room with little things to empower me to say 'this isn't just another nameless, faceless hospital room, this is MY space and goddammit, I'm owning it!' With that ownership slowly came empowerment and a slow, slow process of finding myself again.