DTHCAB4's Journal

I look back at the first time I experienced a manic episode.  Trying to be objective as an outside observer, taking a step back from myself, I see how strange & wild I must have been in the eyes of my loved ones as it was happening to me...

Then I got hospitalized & there I found my own place of where other "wild ones" like me where hidden.  It was amazing to meet a group without any fear being one of them so to speak whereas any other common bystander would have steered clear away from us.

However, unlike Max in Where the Wild Things Are, where he leaves the island perhaps never to return back, I myself would return to meet a new group of "wild ones" within two years.

I say "wild ones" just to keep a theme, but in reality there was seldom anything really wild going on. There were some threats that would make me feel like Max afraid he'd be eaten alive, where in my reality it was a really tall and scary girl who demanded she have my glasses. Then another where I felt a woman was just not really "right in the head" with outward appearances of being normal...

The movie Where the WIld Things Are has me inspired to adapt the story somewhat as a semiautiobiograpy...I'm gonna be creative with my own life