Maycee's daily thoughts were destroying her life. Her only outlets were her poems and her acting, but theater season was ending and she was out of inspiration for writing. One could say her sexuality itself was confused, in its own right. Close to cutting and quite anorexic, her very existence was being torn to shambles. Can she find her way out with only a select few by her side? All quotes in this book are property of the play once upon a mattress. I do not own them #freementalillness Cover by @deslusionalAll Rights Reserved