24. The Only Therapist Who Called Me Back

Cold calls, mascara, and the desperate pursuit of a life outside locked doors.

The care team meeting was an attempt to seal my fate — a way to let me down gently and make gradual peace with my future life in an in-patient residential center. But even with an understanding that this was how they saw my future, I refused to accept it.

I clung to their statements as if they actually meant what they had said in the care team meeting a…