"Psych wards... yeah, I've danced in those shadows too. My first time was at 16. It was a twisted sanctuary, a place where my demons and I held hands for a moment of respite. The walls echoed with silent screams, but amidst the chaos, I found a flicker of solace. Those friends, those fellow lost souls, they became a distorted family in that sterile world. We shared our pain, our laughter, and our shattered dreams, all under the watchful eyes of the ward. Sometimes, I wish I could freeze time, stay suspended in that moment of connection and understanding. To linger in the fragile bond we forged, where broken souls found solace in each other's brokenness."