Because Horsham has a children’s ward, and I will never get the image of tiny ducklings walking across the yard, following their behavioral health technician, out of my head. It will be seared into my skull for as long as I live.
Because I once saw a woman in pain, whose only crime was tossing a chair that hit no one, tackled to the ground by several grown men, and administered a Haldol shot. I still hear her.
We are not crazy, and we are not stupid.
And we are humans.
Not animals to be caged and sedated.
So maybe sometimes I have to say something. To quiet the monsters in my own mind.
From all that you do.
To people like us.
Laughs and Lobotomies 