“Ray’s been let go.”
“What?”
“I spoke to the Chief Psychiatrist on the other unit, and he fired the tech last night.”
“Wow,” I said, overwhelmed as I bent over with hands on my knees. I wept for a few minutes.
“Let it out, David,” Dr. Ren said as she patted my back. “Get it all out now, that’s it, that’s it. Release everything you can.”
And so, my life moved in a better, more positive direction. Two steps up, one step back, but the bottom line was things were good now. I was discharged a few months later and found myself in a local Wendy’s with my son, Maxwell at his sixth birthday party where he proudly donned a regal Burger King crown. “How do I look in it, Poppa?” he asked, his face so damn precise and perfect in the late afternoon light.