Here you were. Back in the phsyc ward, a different one this time. As you were about to start crying again a Puerto Rican man storms in running his mouth off.

"Who are you? You believe these guys? Lecturing me on manic depression, like I couldn't write a book or two." He kept on rambling, twitching his hands about.

"I stop taking my meds, because I want to stop taking my meds, because there is nothing wrong with me."