I hear a siren and, if we weren’t already in a hospital, I would have assumed they were coming for nearly everyone in this room.

This is how every fairy tale starts. With the storyteller explaining to the reader just how it is. There once was a girl named Milly who was the wolf’s coveted meal. Whose father left her in the clutches of an evil stepmother. Whose stepmother imprisoned her with monsters.

Jail has become the biggest mental health hospital.

Mental illnesses grab you by the leg, screaming, and chow you down whole.They make you selfish. They make you irrational. They make you irrational. They make you self-absorbed. They make you needy. They make you cancel plans last minute. They make you not very fun to spend time with. They make you exhausting to be near.

The problem with having problems is that ‘someone’ always has it worse.

You want to be there for me but an anxiety attack is a solitary activity.