Embarrassed by Mental Illness

After a second psychotic manic episode I've realized there's no turning back to normalcy. I'm cuckoo for coco puffs. I have lost my self-suffiency and am forced to ingest medications despite my lack of faith.

During the worst symptoms, I ran out my house screaming and including my neighbors in on my delusions. Later I was whisked away by gurney and ambulance to the psych ward. What a sight!

My husband joins my therapy soon to discuss some of our unresolved issues during my crazy spells. I can't explain my symptoms because delusions are irrational. So this therapy is going to be quite embarrassingly painful. Boohoo. No one should have to explain delusions.