I grabbed my computer before I fled.

I write this from a locked unit on the second floor of a bulding at McLean’s, a mental health facility in Belmont, MA. How I got here is a fun 26 hours worth of tale-telling that culminated in a much-needed night of sweet, sweet medicated sleep.

Everybody seems pretty freaked out by this new development – everybody except me. I’m happy to be here, and to be getting help. Finally. It’s been about 16 years in the making.

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