A Tale From The Edge of a Mental Health Crisis

Pancake day was the day Claire was sectioned. Call it divine intervention, call it a lack of beds, she was back at home in time for Easter.

I can’t imagine what the period in between was like for her. I have an insight into what it was like for her husband and their children. And I know what it was like for me – hovering on the edge of events as they unfolded.

This is my tale.

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