This has to be my favorite article yet. At this point, I’m afraid even to pray lest that be construed as evidence of my being psychotic. I can’t tell you how many times in the year since my first and only involuntary hospitalization (at age 50, with no previous history of mental illness), that I have been successfully living my life, paying for and taking care of my own home and yard without anyone else’s assistance, working at a job where I am respected for my work ethic, and thus very well paid, without meds, and I think to myself that this is the person that the doctors in that hospital felt (despite there being an alternative physical explanation, a cavernoma in my cerebellum, and an alternative psychological explanation, 50 years of a verbally abusive relationship with a parent that had finally reached its crescendo), would be unable to function independently on her own, without being involuntarily committed, without being medicated, despite my having done so for the first 50. I did try and take on the establishment to some extent. I wrote first to the President of the hospital and when that didn’t help, and as more information about my case became available, his boss, the CEO of the hospital’s parent company. This last resulted in a letter of apology from the hospital’s new president, acknowledging that my treatment was ‘less than ideal’ and a check for $350. Like you mentioned, I very much wanted to sue, but I don’t have sufficient damages as the trauma of being hospitalized against my will doesn’t count, and I refused to take the medication. They did agree to review and amend my hospital record, so I sent them documentation that the coworker with whom they spoke had lied, a report from my neurologist stating that my symptoms were caused by a bleed due to the cavernoma, to no avail. I received a response that the doctors had validated their original diagnosis of bipolar disorder, although they would add the info as some sort of amendment. This is why the following sentence in your email struck a particular chord with me. As I thought the very same thing. Perhaps I’ll contact them again, I thought, as every decade passes without incident, and again ask them to amend the hospital record. How many decades would have to pass I wondered? “How long would I have to be off meds and stay stable (or as stable as a normal person), safe, and out of the hospital before my story would mean something to you and the advocates for chemical interventions, especially the involuntary ones, to treat states of mind that may not be sick or symptomatic, but simply elsewhere? And would my singular story make you reconsider that model? Because if there are gentler, less invasive and severe, more loving and creative ways of handling minds than with drugs, shouldn’t that be the revolution in care?” I wish I had put it that way myself.