Just a small apology for not continuing on with the story as quickly as I usually do.
Writing this next post is far more difficult than I thought it was going to be - or maybe on some other level I did know and that is why I posted The Morgue first.
I spent a total of nine months on the psyche ward. I was let out for short periods after about month four, but I always ended up back in there. Life on the outside was just too hard for me.
However - I'm getting ahead of myself here.
I have to take my time writing this next post and the many to follow - so that I can say it in the proper words. There are far too many people out there who are depressed or suffering from some sort of mental illness. And they need to hear this part of my journey. Really hear it.
And for those of you who are lucky enough to have never suffered from this - I want to be able to take you there with my words so that you will be able to understand and empathize with those who suffer (often silently) with this terrible affliction.
Please be patient.