Last week I was released from the psychiatric ward in our local hospital. I spent a total of 8 days in the loony bin. Since then, I’ve been thinking more than usual about authority, control, and community. And the whole thing is fresh enough in my mind that I still find myself comparing life now with life then.
Today is one of those gorgeous pre-summer days where there aren’t any bugs, the wind is just cool enough, and it feels like everyone in the city has taken to the streets. There’s a general feeling of hustle and bustle. While in the hospital, I was allowed out on accompanied day passes, but aside from that, I was confined inside the hospital in the short-stay unit. Walking down the street to the library, chatting with a woman sitting out on the sidewalk in her lawn chair, stopping to examine a poster about some upcoming event… all of this feels like a luxury.
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