Psychosis sucks up energy like a black hole in the universe, and I’d really outdone myself this time. When I walked, haltingly, down the sidewalk—one careful foot at a time, testing the pavement as though any minute I’d fall through and be swallowed whole—all I could think of was old ladies who walked like this, and how I’d pitied them. The idea of shopping—making lists, getting into the car, actually going someplace and accomplishing something as simple as butter, eggs, bread, and coffee—was overwhelming. Thank God for good friends.
