I thoroughly enjoyed reading Chandler's story. Many of my hospitalizations were so like his. So many of the people brought back memories of those I spent time with and the types of people I chose to hang with.

There was the Schizophrenic witch. Who cursed us all. Very effectively too. I'll never forget her. The DID person who kept making a break for it from the locked ward. All the times we stole meds off the carts. The many times we staged revolts in the "cafeteria".

all the times we'd end up in the "quiet room", "Padded Cell", Locked room depending on the facility.

Playing tricks on each other. Hurting so bad that hurting each other made perfect sense at the time.

It brought back the fun times in the hospital. I don't have the clarity of memories to be as specific, but I felt like I was reading my history.

Today I would hope I would not want to hurt others. Back then I was a different person.

Being in the hospital can be fun in a very sick demented sort of way.