I’m 25, a graduate student of design at a top level program in NYC. Last semester I completed a 3+ month research project and presented on a better designed holistic mental healthcare experience. It’s now 2:00pm, I’m in an Uber on my way home holding 3 paper bags filled with my belongings. One is labeled “uncounted cords”, taken from my backpack last night along with the rest of my belongings when I checked myself into the psychiatric care unit. I’ve been in weekly care since My first diagnosis at age 8. Just like that everything caved and i didn’t trust myself. In a moments notice i was stapled to the floor of an empty classroom, scared to go home, looking for a way out. I’m embarrassed but i just got dropped off at my house so i have to go.