While trying desperately to finish an intense degree at a “prestigious” art and design university, I nearly lost everything. In an attempt to get care I checked myself into Costal Harbor Behavioral Health in Savannah, Georgia — a total sham of a psychiatric hospital. Not only did I not get the help I needed, the week I was there made my mental state (and life) supremely worse. Locked up inside a “crazy people storage facility” I wrote a lot, but in paranoia, I only wrote English using the Cyrillic alphabet. This zine translates my manic notes from Cyrillic to Latin and includes a look into life inside the walls of a mental health prison.
A .pdf copy of this zine is available upon request
