I find it no coincidence this chapter comes about as Mental Health Awareness month starts.
This is going to be my longest chapter in this story as a special tribute to #breakthestigma
In society it is hard for those to speak about their mental health mostly due to fear. Fear of ridicule, rejection, and especially to those who have never experienced it or been around others who have.
They're defined as abnormal and sometimes weak.
I am one. And I urge anyone suffering in silence to speak up and out; there are people out there that truly care.

Shawn wondered when the psychiatrist walked in and Kelsey left the room if she was waiting right outside the door or her warning to him to not talk about his "dream" was her secretly saying she knew he was crazy.
"Mr. Guinn, hello I'm Curtis Tricario. Nice to meet you."
Shawn only nodded.
"I know I'm not really the person you'd like to see right now. I'll try not to take up a whole lot of your time."
"Yeah I know. They sent you to see if I'm insane."
"No. Who's they?"
"The doctors."
"They're just concerned about you. I've had a little time to go over your...files. I see you just recently moved here. Mind if I ask why the big change? You moved from Virginia, right"
"Yeah. I got married. She's still in college so I moved here."
"Congratulations. I hate to hear about your bad seizure. You're very lucky to be in the condition you are. Have you had seizures all your life?"
"I don't remember what age I was diagnosed with epilepsy," Shawn wanted to make a comment about not being right in the head but figured they would take it serious, "I've been on Dilantin for... seven or eight years. It always done well."
"There was no medications in your system during your blood work."
"I get prescribed five different medications. I've been out for a few days. It's a long story."
"I don't mind listening."
"No offense but I'd rather not talk to you all day."
"Okay...tell me about your prescriptions then."
"Uh... Dilantin, phenobarbital, duloxetine, Valium, and gabapentin."
"That's alot for someone your age. Did you go to a regular doctor or pain management clinic?"
"I go to a regular doctor. I had a car wreck when I was 16 that really messed me up. It even made my seizures worse. All my stuff is legal. I'm not an addict if that's what you're getting at."
"I'm just asking questions. No need to get hostile."
Shawn stared at the dark haired man. He was trying to get him put away. Throwing assumptions and questions out there.
"I'm not angry. I'm tired."
"So no past experience with anger?"
"Everyone gets angry sometimes."
"...sometimes at doctor's...any reason for your outburst last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"... Really? Okay, have you had lapses in memory before? Like "blacking out"?"
"I just woke up from what should've been a fatal seizure last night. Kind of takes a toll on your body. Whatever you're referring to wasn't me in my right mind."
Shit. Completely wrong choice of words.
He nodded, "So, being diagnosed with depression, have you ever had suicidal thoughts or anything of the kind.. like self harm maybe?"
"Just because I have depression doesn't automatically mean I'm suicidal."
"You're very defensive when I ask these questions."
"Because they're ridiculous. I came here for emergency medical care. Not condescending interrogation."
"Alright Mr. Guinn. I understand. Get well soon."
He was a little relieved to see Kelsey reentering the room.
"So? How did it go?"
"I don't think so good. I should've never left Virginia. He thinks I'm nuts."
"If you would've stayed in Virginia, I doubt you would even be alive right now. You would've been alone..."
"I'm so glad I'm alive to be thrown in a nut house."
"...You would rather be dead?"
"...Which doctor wanted you to ask me that?"
"Oh, come on. You really think... I'm here for you. Not against you."
"I don't really have too good of a sense of time but I feel like you're missing school and lying to me."
"I got school in the morning. I won't miss. I was hoping you'd be released today. I don't want to leave you here by yourself."
"What are they waiting on? I can feel everything I'm not paralyzed or anything crazy like that...oh, I'm on suicide watch aren't I?"
Kelsey avoided looking at him directly, "Not... really."
"That's why you don't want to leave...you believe them."
"You seemed conscious last night when that... happened, so....a little, yeah. I just want you to be okay."
"But I'm fully "conscious" now and you don't believe me."
"...You know as well as I do you can be secretive with your feelings."
"Thanks for the support...go home and get some rest before school. I'll be here under surveillance. If you can't trust what I say, why are you hanging around anyways? Nevermind, I don't want to know...I'm taking a nap. If I say something crazy in my sleep why don't you record it for evidence that I can't take care of myself."
Kelsey didn't say another word; she sat down...