Chapter Twelve“You need to go to the state hospital,” my doctor said the next day.
I nodded in dejection. I had stereotypical images in my head of a building full of screaming, raving mad people, or doped-up zombies drooling on themselves.
“It’s really not as bad as you think,” Dr. Mayer said. “You will see some people who are very sick, and others like you: functional in some ways and non-functional in others.”
I called my mom and tried acting light-hearted as I told her what was going to happen next. There was a waiting list to go to St. Christopher’s, and I would be waiting at Cussler until a bed was ready. Dr. Mayer let me have a special visit for Jeremiah’s birthday. Technically, no one under eighteen was supposed to visit, but they made an exception since I was going to stay at Cu
