Mental illness seems to be a communication problem between interpreters one and two.
When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.
Being crasy doesn't mean to be broken...It is you and me amplified", Girl, Interrupted
I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses
You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.
Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?