It seemed to me that it was normal to cry often, cancel meetings, not leave the house for weeks, think about suicide. Every day I didn’t want to get out of bed, and the thought flashed through my head: “It will always be like this, nothing will change.” In June 2020, I saw a psychiatrist. She diagnosed me with anxiety-depressive disorder. That fall I found myself in a psychiatric hospital for the first time. I didn’t have people with similar problems in my environment, and I didn’t know at all what to prepare for. This book is my personal diary. In it I talk about the rules, doctors, other patients, and leisure time. This is a collection of impressions from a person who did not think about how different everyday life could be. Editor's comment: No matter what anyone says, depression is a real pandemic of the modern century. Statistics suggest terrible numbers of people falling ill each year, and these numbers are ripening as sad signs on the body of all humanity. “No Visits” is a sad response to all those who ignore the importance of their own thoughts in an attempt to escape from their self. Let this difficult, but such a truthful book become a signal of hope for many in the viscous confusion of mental captivity.