Recovering Crash Out

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>They say I put the psycho in psychoanalyst... and maybe they're right.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>One moment I was a respected psychoanalyst and researcher. The next? Inmate #36729 locked up at Hazelwood Grove Correctional Facility-in the infamous Block Crash Out.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Before I got here I had never even heard the term crash out. Now I realize I was one. Undiagnosed. Unchecked. Unraveled.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A crash out is someone who's willing to throw it all away-her freedom her future even her life-in a split-second act of rage or pride. It's reckless raw and all too real. And once I started listening to the women around me I saw a pattern. Brilliant passionate powerful women... all caught in the aftermath of a crash out moment.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>So I started asking questions. What led them here? What broke them? What pushed them to that edge?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Now I invite you to listen as the women of Hazelwood Grove speak their truth-unfiltered and unapologetic. These stories aren't just about them.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Because if you think it could never be you?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Think again.</span></p><p></p>