Female voice 3: Summer of '99.
I'm doing well.
I go to the movies.
Meet friends.
Eat breakfast in bed.
A lot of stuff in going on, I got my first book published.
Started a new job with the city theater.
I'm going to Japan this fall to receive a prize for my poetry.
I am 26 and full of plans.
But none of that is going to happen.
Something completely different is.
Male and female vocalists: will I never forget Female voice 2: he didn't ask you to describe those insane days.
Yes, he did ask if you were suicidal, just like that,.
And that was nearly 30 seconds into the conversation I think.
You said you weren't.
But you wanted to stay there--get help.
I said that I couldn't take care of you, they needed to assist me.
So you got sleeping pills and they said that you could now return home as Linda.
They sort of returned you to me.
So we went to my place and I think I made you spinach soup.
I sorta fed you, but anyway, you got food and you got your pill and about an hour passed and then you panicked, said you were about to die.
Your heart was racing and you were really scared, said the doctors were trying to kill you.
You broke down and screamed, sitting on my bed, screaming that you would die.
Male voice: 91021 notes of check-in.
Cause of check-in: possible manic depression.
During the last year the patient has experienced periods of bipolar disease, lack of judgment and sleep deprivation with passive-aggression to follow.
During the entire session the patient seems to have trouble finding words, showing slow reactions to questions.
Emotionally shut down the entire session; very unemotional facial expressions.
Female voice 3: I remember the taxi fare and the room we entered.
There's me and Linda on one side of the table and three men on the other side.
I tell them it's a good thing the room is very big.
The one in the muddle asks me what I mean by that and I tell him I need a lot of space.
Then I tell him I dislike his name.
I walk through a corridor, couches with small striped and tables everywhere.
A bookcase.
Doors with numberplates. "
Back there we have the kitchen and living room, you can check it out later, it's full right now so you can spend the night in the therapy room." I see some people playing board games.
A girl with bangs gets up from the couch and greets me. "
Oh, okay."--she looks through her papers--"
You're Linda.
I work here until weekends.
Do you have any pets?" The nurses come into my room every hour, says it's their job to break my isolation...
Bowl of cornflakes, milk and sandwiches, just like when I was a child.
Juice, eggs and coffee.
I walk into this oval room with a green couch, a piano, two chairs and a small table with a phone on it. "
It's almost dinner, I can bring you a tray, after all it is your first night..." he closes the door and I sit down on the couch.
I cannot stay here.
I run through the corridor.
The door is for the nurses.
I am wearing my military boots.
Mats is almost two meters tall but I kick him as hard as I can.
The hallway, then the backyard with the outdoor furniture still out...
I run down the hill towards Ringvagen, jump into a parked car parked just outside the gates and yell "
GO!" just like they do in movies.