Well. The Olympics are on TV again. It's Day One. That means it's the 12th anniversary of my wholly unexpected, life-altering and remarkably inconvenient psychotic break . That fraught, violent week-long episode opened a chapter in my life that is still playing out in many ways. At the time I wrote in an essay called Behind Three Doors: "I went into the psych ward three times, under three different circumstances. The
first time I hav…
(continued from part 1) Seven Days in the Psych Ward
With the winter Olympics on the small overhead TV every night, my first stay on the psych ward was imbued with an eerie sense of monumental circumstance. The Olympics, this universal worldwide event that interrupts all normal broadcasting and takes over everything, was happening at the same time as this catastrophic storm in my head. My normal broadcasting was interrupted too. I was in this str…
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