© Sean N. Zelda Oh Madness, You’ve Found Me! You shoot up like a catapult in your bed. Best nap ever. You emerge from a sea of sheets. You feel great , incredible, on top of your game, never better. You rub the sleep from your eyes to find that you’re in an unfamiliar place. There is a memory prying at your brain of innumerable sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes. It all makes sense. The baby is coming, which means so too the flood, you think, “…and that’s what landed me in this place.” You put on your glasses and take a walk. The psychiatric ward (9C) at the University of Michigan hospital is located in the heart of Ann Arbor and it’s a luxury, and almost impossible to get admitted there because everyone wants a bed. Located cozily on the 9th floor, you stroll into the open lobby. A long desk separates you from two receptionists who greet you with a smile. On your immediate left is the library/lounge, equipped with comfy couches, a boatload of books, a