I was first hospitalized in 1994 or 1995 because I had a psychotic breakdown. I was riding the ‘L’ home from work with my then-husband and I began seeing things, but they were superimposed onto what everybody else saw — reality, I guess. I saw Andy Warhol-like paintings, where the piece is divided into quadrants. I’d been feeling really depressed for a while before this happened, although I hadn’t been seeing things until that day.
We got off at a stop located near a hospital and went to the ER. They determined that I needed to stay in the Behavioral Unit (euphemism for “psych ward”), and that was that.