Part 1: My Toxic Year

Part 1: My Toxic Year: Looking back from where I sit today, I can see that I was, of course, the sanest one in our little community. Or at least I was the one that could hide my shit better. I am pretty sure that the true definition of sanity is the ability to hide our shit from everyone else. So I stuck it out. I did all the right things. I was the only one on the unlocked ward. I was alone in a 45 bed facility, and to see people I had to go through a buzzer door and hang out in a very strange place.