cracked – Part I

Hospital“, said the psychiatrist, and our heart sank.  All of us K’s flew into a panic at the thought of being confined again after all this… after all this time.  I can’t say for certain how much time exactly has passed since we were in a hospital for something mental; it seems like years but we could’ve just forgotten…


We’ve been lying to you. We’ve been lying to our family. We’ve been lying to our friends. We’ve even been lying to ourselves. Things are bad. Very bad. Our latest bout of “depression”…and “psychosis”… is much more serious than we’ve let on to anyone. The stress of the house fire,  added to an already-too-stressful situation at home has led us to the breaking point. We’ve cracked.

Kellie has officially checked out, folks.  Her train of thought has arrived at Dissociation Station (have we said that before? It feels familiar).  No idea when she’ll be back to her … ahem… “normal” self.

-approximately average in any psychological trait, as intelligence, personality, or emotional adjustment.

-free from any mental disorder; sane.

Well well well. Turns out normality is not even an option for us.