When I wrote this story, I was dealing with a situation in which a friend had attempted to commit suicide.  They took him away in the back of a police car, handcuffed.  It got me thinking about psychiatric “care”.  What does that look like?  This system that is supposed to be “helping” people doesn’t really seem to do anything like that.  It seems to be doing the opposite.  In this writing I tried to explore that.  I wanted to get inside the head of someone who’s been stuck inside the broken psychiatric system.
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