Since a brief stint of involuntary commitment more than six months ago, I have fantasized a lot about killing or hurting the doctors who locked me up. In my less enraged moments, I settle for slashing their faces rather than killing them. I fantasize that the scars disfiguring their faces will be like marks of Cain showing the world what monsters they are on the inside. Yes, I would go to prison and society as a whole would condemn me as a mentally ill maniac. But I would have a chance to proclaim my side of the story in court. I would tell the world […]