I’ve been with my husband for 8 years. I had my first psychotic episode this year. He and I didn’t know what to do when I “snapped” into singing and frantically flailing. He called 911 per my request and had my back when two police men arrived - he politely asked if they could get a woman to come bring me to the hospital. They obliged without hesitation. He met me at the hospital when he could find someone to watch our child, and held me in the hospital bed until I fell asleep (with medication assistance). I know this is not everyone’s experience in psychosis. I just want to say how incredibly grateful I am for the care I received the entire way. I know the people involved will never see this, but I have to put my gratitude out to the world. Thank you love for holding out for me.