This a story that has been haunting me for several weeks and I thought I would serialize it for my fellow writers. Please give me feed back and I might just submit it for publication if it looks like a good story.
I dreamed of a grass covered plain surrounded by majestic mountains. My thoughts were tranquil at least until I heard the shrill screaming from down the hall This brought me back to the unpleasant reality that I was still in the psych wing of the local hospital.
I had been living day to day doing a mundane 9 to 5 kind of job plodding along not realizing how much the mere boredom of my existance was burning me out. I seemed to hit a wall at full speed and the resulting crash caused my nervous break down. A co-worker I knew well found me sobbing uncontrollably in the stall next to hers.
“Callie whats wrong you have to come out!”
“NO!” I was vehement.
This lead to Erica getting my supervisor Jean to talk me out of the bathroom. I was babbling about being nothing and no one to the point they were afraid I would do something rash and desperate like suicide. I woke up in the lock down unit of the pyschiatric ward. I was trundled up in a straight jacket feeling dopey.
What managed to keep me sane over the next few weeks were visits from friends after the powers that be decided I was no longer a threat and my travel related dreams. I quickly formulated a plan. I served notice at the office and announced I was going to use some investment savings and travel before I decided my next step. I was being drawn west for some particular reason. Was it my destiny to pick up and forge a new life somewhere different. Were my dreams a result of this need or were they catalyst to get my ass moving.
I mentioned this to the leader of my therapy group.
“Are you afraid of something new?”
“No I am afraid of not doing something new.”
“I think the nervous break down was a wake up call Callie.”
I think she was right and that’s what spurred my decision to take my show on the road.
I was awake and listening to the patients moaning and wailing. I praised my higher power that today I was getting sprung from this joint.