This is a story about my 1 hour visit to a mental hospital as a teenager, and how I thought I talked my way out of it. (I didn't) I'll start the story in the elevator. It was me and my dad, and he reached over to press 7. I thought I was at the hospital because I had recently experienced a strep-like mystery throat illness that put me in a (different) hospital for a whole week. I found out later I almost died. But this hospital? I knew what the 7th floor was. It was the mental hospital. 🧵