"So here I find myself in the psych ward, on the fifth floor, which I’m continuously assured is for the 'least crazy' or 'most stable' of us."
Not since the devastating day we lost Céline have I received such a frantic series of calls. What could have happened now, I think to myself. She’s already gone.
I purchased prenatal vitamins, took a picture of the jar and Texted it to my boyfriend with the following caption: “My vitamin-enriched womb will be the best nest ever!"