After the doctor sewed up my slashed wrists at the hospital, he whispered a question to me. My father and Carol were on the other side of a rolling curtain and well across the room. He said, “So what do you want to do?” I asked him what he meant. He said, “We can send you home or we can send you to a mental hospital for six weeks of assessment.” Without…
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