It's called In Patient
It was 6am as I stood naked in a bathroom getting checked for marks of self harm. I had already turned in my belongings the night before, shoes with laces, wallet, phone, clothes. I kept wondering if I should have done this, if voluntarily institutionalizing myself was the right call. But then they brought me breakfast in bed and I settled right in. I like the ability to escape, it keeps me going, this time my escape was googling a mental health institute, driving to the hospital, waiting calmly to be called back by a nurse, then bursting into tears as I said I didn't know what to do. He told me I was in the right place and that I "needed to be here." It was jarring and reassuring to hear someone not think this was an exaggeration, you are perhaps just crazy enough to wave away your rights to leave lest you be arrested, and take some time willfully locked up. I have always been in the middle of the Venn Diagram. One circle is the people who exist in society as normal well...