In 2009 there was this violent event in my life (knives! Cops! Oh my!) that left me with some PTSD bullshit and triggered a mental health crisis. I spent months playing it down and pretending like I was fine and everyone, including my family, seemed to believe me but in reality I was falling apart and truly unwell. After months of that I woke up one day and was crying in my apartment in LA and for some reason thought “I don’t want to be like this anymore” and I called Carrie. I hadn’t seen her in years. I wasn’t even sure the fucking number would work. It went to voice mail. I left a message that didn’t say much. “Hey Carrie, this is Ben Dreyfuss. Richard’s son. I was hoping you could give me a call when you get a chance.” I might not have said “help me help me” but my cracking-voice probably did. I was crying in the back of a Beverly Hills Cab when she called me back and I let it all pour out and she asked me if I was currently medicated and I confessed I was not and she said “I’ve been there and I get it, but right now you need to be medicated.” And she told me what anti-psychotics she was on and forced me to direct the cab to a therapist.
It was a very kind act that however small set me on a very good road. A few days later I saw her and by that point was ashamed of how whatever I’d been but she had none of it and made me feel much better.
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Crazy the right way generally doesn’t involve threatening people with paper bags, yes. (or guns.)
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