It was that bewitching hour. 0300. Behavioral health unit/behavioral health intensive care unit. She was a small young woman. Her eyes appeared black as coal, as if her soul had been sucked out repeatedly. There were bruises around her eyes, black and blue punch marks up and down her arms. Several superficial cuts on her
Abused and broken: her fight for survival in a behavioral health unit originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
