So I kind of lost my mind for a little while...

In January 2015, I suffered a bit of a psychotic break and checked myself into Beth Israel hospital, where I spent about eight days in 6 Karpas, a psychiatric unit. While in the hospital, I had to navigate an institutional setting not designed for nor used to treating transgender women, with a staff that while well-meaning was often clueless.

Read along while I try to:
get a shave before breakfast
get a god damned vegetarian meal
change the channel on the TV.
further hurt myself in a hospital setting
gain access to my underwear
luxuriate in a private room with southern exposure
make friends

I'm not sure how to sell this to you. In the beginning of 2015, i checked myself into the Psychiatric Ward. While I was hospitalized I wanted to write, to communicate, to record what was happening. I was a bit psychotic, paranoid, suicidal, and it's all written down in these zines. These zines, written in pencil on paper glommed from the nurses' station, have been described as moving, engaging, saddening, affecting... so i dunno. These are a record of pain, frustration, grief and love. lots of love.

This is the full set of 5 zines. you will be saving money on shipping, i guess. Also, you will own a piece of my story and my soul.