Just want to say again, two years, one month, and one day after you posted this account of a day 4 years ago that I’m so glad some part of you overrode the decision to die and instead, demanded “NO. MY LIFE IS NOT FINISHED YET.” you posted this in april 2012. 5 months before, in december of 2011 I was in the car with my mom on my way home from my first semester of college for winter break, listening to an interview you did with will hall on madness radio as we journeyed through the darkness. I listened to part of your story for the first time and said something along the lines of “Holy shit! She went to McLean!” and felt connected to you and more hope for my own ability to recover from intensive psychiatry, which I now was acutely traumatized by, and which only days before beginning college i had left behind. we would meet about a year and a half after you wrote this- I would find out about the group you were running and think, “Oh my god! Laura Delano (THE Laura Delano) lives in Boston and is running a group!” It’s been so incredibly inspiring to know you and see someone whose journey I relate to in certain key ways be surviving and recovering from all the toxic shit psychiatry, including America’s Number One Mental Hospital can cause. You story and stories like this ARE SO FREAKING IMPORTANT. Yes, definitely, it’s really fascinating and important when established mental health professionals “come out” as formerly crazy decades after the fact. But we need more stories like this written, of fairly young survivors living in the psychiatric hell and walking out to a better life. I’m glad you exist, I’m glad you’re alive, I’m glad you continue to share your wisdom and continue on your path towards healing. I’m proud of you, and think you’re awesome.