How did I get here?
I’m in a psych ward. And that’s the question I keep asking myself. Do I really belong here? Maybe I do. In January we spoke on the phone and I told him I was afraid. I told him I felt like I was losing my mind. He told me that wasn’t true. He told me he didn’t think I was crazy, that everyone has issues. He told me what I wanted to hear, but I believed him and I loved him for it.
Flashforward to me in a hospital gown next door to a room with a sign on the door: PLEASE Do Not Harm or Kill Me. How could I really belong here?