The last bed & the womb of a doctor

Something we can actually do to help, shaking 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…