MIP Memories

    It was so weird being in MIP in March. It was probably the most extreme dissociative state I've been in. I had nearly complete lack of awareness of time. I was in the 90s and early to mid 2000s. I wasn't even as recent as 2020. I wasn't looking for Elle. I knew she would not be there, because I had already told outpatient everything. They knew about the texting and all of it. They knew it happened quite some time ago. Inpatient was just finding out, I guess. 

    But I kept thinking about the way it used to be. All the things that had happened. It's a very haunted place. Something draws me there, but it's not a place you want to be. That's the weirdness of it. It's like one of those movies where something feels like unfinished business. It's just like a Siren, drawing you in. But it's creepy as hell, and then you want to stay away. Just being near those glass doors. It's just like standing outside the unit at McClean. Feeling like you're floating. Alarm bells going off in your mind. A voice telling you that you need to get out of here. I almost had a similar feeling standing outside Patrick B that one time, even though I had never been there before. That campus is creepy as hell.