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40 pages, Hardcover
First published January 6, 2015
I called out for help. I could see my neighbors' lights turn on and could see them observing me from their windows. Nobody left their house. Eventually, each light would flicker off.
I wondered if they assumed I was just having another episode. Other patients in the hospital had warned me about this. After the first time, people would want to help. They'd be sympathetic. But a relapse would be met with revulsion --- anger, even. They'd grow weary of me.