I’m Not Crazy, I Promise
My first memory at The Bridgeway, the mental hospital I stayed at my senior year of high school, was screaming on a hard, black couch in the lobby.
Silencing the Monster Within
His chest tense with the sensation of hot iron running through it. Christopher had no idea if he would make it through the night. He experienced suicidal depression, anxiety that altered his memory and focus and vivid hallucinations from taunting voices in his head named Mr. Face, something he began to experience when he was 15, and Mr. Wax, at the end of his freshman year of college.