Her answer frustrates me. “Don’t you want to get better?”
She snorts. “Why? Because I have so much to live for outside of a hospital? I’ve spent most of my life in here. They’re never going to let me out, Tally. Like I said, I’m a lifer.”
“Well, maybe that’s your real problem. You won’t even try. You’ve given up on yourself without ever even making an effort. Do me a favor and don’t drag me into your crazy. I don’t want to spend my life here.”
“Drag you into my crazy? My crazy is what has kept you sane while being in here. My crazy,” her voice begins to rise, and I look back at the door worried someone will hear and come to investigate, “is what makes you feel normal. Don’t even pretend you haven’t used my crazy as a way to cope with your own.”
I step back, feeling the sting of her wor
