I never ever ever ever ever thought River Oaks was going to lock you up. My question to them was, “is there someone she can talk to today.” … They said yes. I had never heard of River Oaks until that day either.

Here is where I tell you about Tuesday.

I woke up feeling better, and I got motivated. I asked Micajah to come over and help me to find a psychiatrist. I set up my desk with pen and paper, charged my phone and logged into UHC. The world knows how difficult it is to find mental health care. Not taking patients, not taking your insurance, bad outdated info, etc. It’s disheartening but I knew I could get through that part with help from a “friend.” Unfortunately, I trusted that friend. He texted his own therapist, Kevin Foose, who supposedly responded for Micajah to take me to River Oaks. Kevin Foose never met me.

I had no idea what River Oaks was. I had only been in NOLA about 7 months and Mental Hospitals were not on my radar. Remember, my car had been stolen so I wasn’t even traveling that neck of the woods.

Micajah did the talking and filled out the paperwork.

So when they call my name I still don’t know that there was a legit chance they would be stripping me of my humanity.

Ellen “interviews” me. She asks me questions, writes down 1/4 of what I say, then reports to an offsite Urologist, saying who knows what about me. Ellen made mistakes.