The Day the Police Took Me Away

It all started with a bad joke

Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash

Trigger Warning: This piece mentions suicide, but nothing graphic

I have learned to be very careful when speaking to psychiatrists after what happened eight months ago. It started as a normal visit, but when my doctor made a comment about my new hair color, I joked, and said, “Well, when you’re depressed and can’t slit your wrists…