Confusingly, there was a manic woman at the psychward who thought I was Jesus. She carried around a notepad and pen trying to devise ways to gain insight into people's suffering. She said one of the nicest things anybody has ever said to me. I told her a brief story about what I was in there for, that I have might of been under psychosis this whole time, and she told me "If it only takes a year to become great, isn't it worth it?" I hope I never forget that.