" The first few weeks went much like our outing to the beach. Giulia was cautious of everything, desperate to feel comfortable and settled at home but trapped in uncertainty. The psychosis seemed like a bad fever that came and went at whim, and Giulia slipped in and out of it several times a day. Sometimes the psychosis had her fixated on religion, sometimes it was intense paranoia, or it might be delusions. Her body language became the visual cue of its return, with the rocking side to side, the puckering lips, the hands to her chest. For me, the transition from being with Giulia ninety minutes a day to all day, every day, was abrupt and demanding. I rarely left her side. The first time I did, to step into the bathroom on the first afternoon she was home, she walked out the front door and was halfway down the block by the time I got to her. I feared it was dangerous to leave her alone, to do whatever she might want, like listen to the voices that were in her head. "

― , My Lovely Wife in the Psych Ward