The real drugging began in a mental hospital, where I had been brought by my parents, against my will.
I cannot recall the precise timeline of events. I do know specific dates, because I spent specific amount of time in the hospital setting, and I know I celebrated my 17th birthday behind its walls.
I believe the issues began earlier, with the prescription of doxycycline and a summer of heavy exposure to sunlight. Continue reading “A Fistful of Fog”