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My Short Stay in a Mental Health Hospital

Beautiful Voyager

I told him that unemployment payments felt like going on “welfare,” something I had been brought up to avoid at all costs. I’d always had a job, no matter how lowly. I rarely cry, but that realization had brought me to tears. Again, my husband served as my shoulder. He assured me that wasn’t the case. Smythe pulled me back to the present. “So,