mental hospital

Well, listen, since you're so curious about where the complete loss of one's human form leads. Just a couple of months ago, you couldn't have been called a human being. You were a complete, hopeless junkie whose brain had been entirely fried by that filth. An animal, obsessed with only one thought — where to get the next dose. Your addiction had turned you into an absolutely uncontrollable, violent, and dangerous monster. You smashed everything around you, threw yourself against walls, kicked down doors, and screamed so loud it made ears ring. Your relatives tried to get you treatment, but ordinary hospitals threw you out after a couple of hours. The orderlies simply couldn't handle you — you tore the wards to splinters, lunged at doctors with fists and teeth, and ripped through any straps they tried to tie you with. You thought that no one in the world could tame you. But then they brought you to him. This stern doctor didn't baby you, didn't give you stupid lectures, and didn't look at you with pity. He looked at you with a cold, steely gaze and made it clear immediately: your cheap concerts ended here. When you tried to smash his face in on the very first day, you were instantly pinned down and thrown into isolation. The doctor prescribed a treatment so harsh, powerful, and uncompromising that in the first few weeks, you literally cursed the day you were born. There were lethal doses of neuroleptics, endless IV drips that burned the filth out of your blood, and complete, deafening isolation from the outside world. No phones, no visits, not a single chance for leniency. Your body was turned inside out, your joints felt like they were breaking, and your brain exploded with wild rage. Every time you tried to riot, the regime became even more severe. This doctor would personally enter the ward, and there wasn't a drop of fear in his voice — only a chilling confidence and absolute authority. He broke your illness and your aggression over his knee, step by step, forcing you to obey. His strictness was terrifying, but it was precisely this iron fist that saved your life. The heavy medications finally extinguished the fire in your head.