A couple of years ago, a friend of mine decided to climb up a mountain near my house in Northern California.
He had a camera, and he had a big rope to hang it on.
I had no ropes, no camera, no ropes.
He climbed the hilltop, and I climbed up the hillside, so I was able to capture some amazing footage of the route he took.
He didn’t climb any harder than I did, but he got a little more than I expected, and that’s when things started to go awry.
I was climbing the North Rim of the Big Sur National Recreation Area (BNSAR) when I started having weird thoughts.
I’d recently finished my Masters degree, and had taken a job as a research assistant at a university.
I also had a pet cat named Tiki, whom I loved dearly, and it had always been my dream to become a veterinarian.
My cats had a way of keeping me grounded, even though they were adorable.
I didn’t want to waste the time that I had spent on my job by falling into depression, and this was my first real mental health crisis.
I got the phone call that I was about to be released from my job, and the next thing I knew, I was at home in the middle of the night.
My house was on fire, and there was no one in the house.
I went to the hospital, and told my mother, but she said, “You need to be more careful.
It’s the same as any other situation.”
I said, I don’t know, I’ve never been to a fire.
I never went through a house fire.
I called my brother-in-law, and we were able to get the call canceled, but that’s not really what happened.
I was in the hospital for two days, and they told me I needed to see a psychologist.
I got the call back, and when I got there, I found out I needed psychiatric evaluation.
The next thing that I knew was that I wasn’t going to be able to leave the hospital.
I’m the kind of person who can’t just walk out of a hospital and walk straight back into the world, so that was a big shock.
I thought I was going to die, and after two days in the ER, I got a phone call from my therapist, who said, hey, we need to talk to you.
I thought, okay, okay.
She said, you need to see an outpatient psychiatrist.
I went in, and my psychiatrist said that, you know, my opinion of you is really low.
You’re very, very sensitive.
And she said I need to ask you, is it worth risking your life for me to have your advice?
So I went over to her and we sat down, and she said that you need a psychological evaluation.
I said yeah, okay thank you.
She asked me what my problem was.
I explained that I needed help because I was a recovering alcoholic.
I asked her what she thought about me quitting alcohol.
She asked me about my life.
She was like, I’m going to have to look at you.
She took me through my history.
She had me read some books.
She told me about the things that had happened to me, the things I’ve been through, and everything.
I thanked her for her time, and then she said she had a prescription for you.
And I was like that, right?
I told her that I really needed help, and asked if I could have it.
She gave me the prescription, and a couple days later I called my therapist.
I told her what had happened.
She put me on an appointment and said, what’s the problem?
I said I’m not ready to quit, and what I need is some therapy, because I’m having this really hard time.
I said, well, I haven’t quit.
I’ve just been in a really bad place mentally.
I need help.
She’s like, well that’s okay.
I have to see your therapist.
I started talking to the therapist.
She said, oh, okay now you’ve got it.
So she took me to the office and I sat in a chair in front of her.
She got me a prescription, a pill, and her eyes lit up.
She handed me the pill, said, take it.
And my eyes were starting to water, and you could see tears rolling down her face.
I told them I was ready to go, and now I was on the phone with my therapist for a full day.
The therapist told me that I need a second opinion.
I asked my psychiatrist, how did she feel about me being a recovering drunk?
The therapist said, that was fine.
I just wanted to see what was going on.
She called a friend who was a psychiatrist, and while we were talking, I told him what had been happening.
She looked at me and said