Going to the Nuthouse in 1980

It saved my life.

Carol Burt
10 min readMar 10, 2023

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Photo by Gregory Pappas on Unsplash

Of course, it was October because most bad things came to me in October. It has always been the worst month of my lifetime of depression, and the one in 1980 proved to be one I couldn’t make it through alone.
As you can probably sense, there’s a lot I’m not telling here, but you get the idea.

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Carol Burt

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.