My husband has always been embarrassed by me. If I’m honest, that’s been the through line of our marriage. I’m too much. Out of line. For years, I took this at face value—believing everyone else must see me that way too. Only

On the third day of my involuntary incarceration in Psych Ward 2, my husband finally called.
When I spoke to him, my heart lightened when he said he was proud of me. Happy I was taking this seriously. That he and my children would be waiting for me.
Yet as

The first two days I spent curled up in the fetal position. Trays of food were brought in, taken out, and replaced with others that would remain untouched. I couldn’t pick my head up off the pillow. Sleep was the only escape I had.
Hours earlier, they’