I'm Doing Better Now

I'm Better Now.

I remember in 2005-6 I was put in the Psych. Ward and strapped down to a concrete block in a room where the walls, floor and ceiling were all rubber so I couldn't hurt myself. All this was because I was grieving so hard at the rejection by my family. I'd worked so hard to be the man they said I was, raising the children and sticking by a crazy and abusive alcoholic woman for 38 years until I finally broke down and couldn't make sense of anything any more. The psychologists said that I was a woman inside.

I've got this under Fiction but it's not at all. This is real. I just wanted it saved in my stories.

They don't let you talk about ending it, so I won't.

18 years later the fuckers still think I'm crazy.