MANICAL.

December 12, 2006

I wrote this one after a call that felt like stepping into someone else’s nightmare—a mind unraveling in real time, logic gone, fear weaponized. The patient was manic, unpredictable, and terrifying not because he was violent, but because there were no rules left in his world. Just raw, exposed chaos. I remember feeling my own adrenaline spike—not from danger, but from the deep, unsettling realization that this was someone’s reality. When the scene was over, I couldn’t shake it. The noise, the desperation, the look in his eyes. Writing this post was my way of trying to hold onto some kind of understanding—of naming the storm I had walked into, and the uneasy truth that next time, it could be someone I know. Or me.