But another piece of me, growing mo

But another piece of me, growing more potent daily, is sick with fear. The mere thought of the trip makes me want to check myself into the hospital, put on a straitjacket, and lock the door, letting the cool and dark keep me safe.Mental hospitals are not unfamiliar territory. At the age of ten, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I was put on every psych medication available until I began to feel like a lab rat. I spent a considerable portion of my youth not in arcades or gyms but on therapists’ couches. Twice I ended up in psych wards.