8. The Day I Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest
On the 2nd of July 2013 I was admitted to L'Établissement Public de Santé Mentale, Saint Avé near Vannes, France, to ward "Unité des Sources" . The month I spent in hospital was to be one of the most bizarre, surreal, frightening, enlightening and amazing experiences of my life, but despite this it took another 3 G.P's, several more journeys through a range of antidepressants, and a kindly lady psychiatrist before I was properly diagnosed and treated. I have type two bipolar disorder which means I get all the downs, but non of the ups. I take Quetiapine, an antipsychotic which appears to suit me well, and for the first time in years I feel I might finally be safe from myself.