The last bed... and how to shake it like a dog

The importance of completing the stress cycle

When the voices began to take over and the world around me became mine no longer, it was time to go in. It was time to admit myself to the psych ward.

There was only a short window to make it to the hospital in those moments — one entirely dependent upon the lucid sliver of my psychotic existence — the rapidly shrinking part of me that was aware enough t…