The insurance letter arrives on a Tuesday.
A 72-hour involuntary psychiatric hold. A facility she’s never heard of. Attending physician: Colette Marchetti, RN-BC, PMHNP.
Her best friend since nursing school. Maid of honor at her wedding.
Wren is a psychiatric nurse. She reads intake forms every day. She knows what a fabricated diagnosis looks like. She just never imagined she’d find one with her own name on it.
Fourteen months ago, she "went to her mother’s house" for three days. She has no memory of those days. Her husband Drew drove her — because Colette told him Wren was a danger to herself. He thought he was saving her life.
He never called. Never visited. Never asked a single question.
Now Wren is pulling records. Tracing medication orders. Reading the chart that was written about her — by a woman who wanted her board seat badly enough to manufacture a psychiatric history.
She didn’t lock me in. She convinced the man who loved me to turn the key.
