Recovering Crash Out
They say I put the “psycho” in psychoanalyst… and maybe they’re right.
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.
Before I got here, I had never even heard the term crash out. Now, I realize I was one. Undiagnosed. Unchecked. Unraveled.
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.
So I started asking questions. What led them here? What broke them? What pushed them to that edge?
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.
Because if you think it could never be you?
Think again.
They say I put the “psycho” in psychoanalyst… and maybe they’re right.
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.
Before I got here, I had never even heard the term crash out. Now, I realize I was one. Undiagnosed. Unchecked. Unraveled.
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.
So I started asking questions. What led them here? What broke them? What pushed them to that edge?
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.
Because if you think it could never be you?
Think again.
They say I put the “psycho” in psychoanalyst… and maybe they’re right.
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.
Before I got here, I had never even heard the term crash out. Now, I realize I was one. Undiagnosed. Unchecked. Unraveled.
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.
So I started asking questions. What led them here? What broke them? What pushed them to that edge?
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.
Because if you think it could never be you?
Think again.
