My Book...

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Sometime last November or so I started writing a book. I have given it the title "One Crashed Over the Cuckoo's Nest". The book was inspired by a couple of very unfortunate events in my life. The only reason I'm giving this introduction post is to warn friends and family before they read.

The first half of the book is short stories capturing the insanity of my personal history. Little snippets that make the circumstances in the second half of the book make more sense.

The book was written after I was admitted into a mental hospital... twice. First, I went to Greenleaf in Valdosta, GA. Approximately one month later I went to Peachford in Atlanta. I joke now with my family and very close friends about how "crazy" I am... but I'm not. Honest.

Currently, I have 3 hospital stays under my belt... The one this book is written in reference to was my second time "incarcerated". I was at Peachford and honestly I don't remember anything about the stay. They drugged me up so staggeringly that I literally slept the entire week I was there except for when some unrefined, male nurse came in my room and forced me to wake up to be fed even more medication. When I returned to Peachford four to five months later I didn't let them give me medication without knowing exactly what it was. Unfortunately, I couldn't think clearly enough for that the first time around.

I don't intend to ever be in one of those hospitals again... but hell, I never could have imagined it happening the first 3 times either. My friends and family know that I'm sane. Maybe I'm too sane? Too normal? Maybe I just ended up there because whatever higher being exists knew that I'd get a kick out of it and try to write a book. Who knows?

I have been very weary of sharing the experience with people but at this point I'm not feeling too worried about it. Those who are important will love me anyway. I'm not embarrassed anymore... I actually feel blessed! Halloween of 2007 I was playing spades with an extreme OCD patient and 2 heroine addicts over the age of 50. Surprisingly, these were some of the most incredible people I've ever met! I've learned endless amounts from these loons... and I'm proud to be one of them!

So, here it is. Dripping with sarcasm and written in a time when I was pretty unstable mentally and still on way too many prescription drugs. ;)