Prologue:
Looking back, I'm not quite sure what tempted them to take me in. Or perhaps it was when I attempted to hang myself from an apartment window when I traveled to New Orleans for Mardi Gras…yes, that must have been it. Eff made a call, and it all went from there. He'd always wanted me to see things the way he did. My damn brother. He was eighteen at the time; I was twenty. I'd been depressed most of my life. Eff had always been the happy one. People sometimes told us that we were like two halves of someone's bipolar disorder. I was the depression, and Eff was the mania.
I ended up staying at maybe three hospitals throughout those years. I met some pretty interesting people.
I'd never before stopped to think that there could be people more messed up than me out there…
God, was I wrong in that.