High on love
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Terminé mar., déc. 31, 20192h 3m
Love, mental health and music. Back in December 2015 I, Mandy, got a psychotic episode, which lead me being like high for a few days in London town.
This story tells how I got this psychotic episode and what I did during the episode. Because I promise you I did fucked up things. Just to mention a few, I broke into a house, I fell in love with a total stranger who escorted me to the police station, and spoiler alert, I ended up in a psychiatric hospital for a month.
Lots of music involved and not only because I was at Lower than Atlantis and Don Broco gig during the episode. The music talked to me. To name a few more bands important in this story : Deaf Havana, A day to remember, Pvris, Bring me the horizon, Years and Years, Enter Shikari, Escape the fate. If you like them, come read my story, I hope you'll enjoy it.
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