Another Day at the Asylum

Another Day at the Asylum

Sanity. A concept most people believe that they understand. I know for a fact that they don’t have a clue. Nobody is completely sane. It’s utterly impossible. Life throws too many curveballs to avoid them. With everything that’s been thrown at me, I’m surprised I’m not in a straight jacket.

Oh wait, I am.

I guess I forgot to mention the part where I am temporarily placed in Sunshine Hills Home for the Mentally Incapable. That’s just a happy name for the nut house. Don’t get me wrong, the place is actually pretty nice. It’s not like American Horror Story: Asylum, if you catch my drift. The walls are nicely painted, and there are no rooms with electroshock therapy. Just a pretty ordinary place. I’m here because of a mental breakdown during Algebra that left me in a vegetative state for two months. They decided I should take some time to chill. Whatever, now I’m not listening to a monotone teacher drone on and on about the quadratic equation.

Life is pretty entertaining when you’re roommates with a schizophrenic teenage guy. I mean, he’s cool most of the time, and he is awesome at impressions, but sometimes it’s a little annoying waking up to a southern pastor shouting HALLELUJAH! It gets old real fast.

The girl on the other end of the hallway is pretty cool, I just wish she would eat her meals. It’s hard seeing someone so kind and heartfelt forcing herself to vomit every night. Anorexia is a serious issue, and lot’s of people don’t take it seriously. Even with her ribs showing, she still thinks she’s overweight. The wonderful thing about her is that even though she can’t see the beauty in herself, she sees beauty in everyone else. I get complimented every day, and I try to compliment her back. It just makes things worse though, It kind of sucks.

Michael is a pretty cool dude. At least, he is when he’s not throwing chairs around the room. Let’s just say he has a bit of a temper. And by a little bit, I mean he is here because he keyed his English teacher’s car because he got a B- on his oral report. He had some words to say as well, words that should not be repeated to your own mother, let alone the principal of the school. When he is not yelling at the workers here, he is comforting Sara, the timid girl with constant anxiety attacks. The only one that can keep her from pulling out her hair is Michael. He knows exactly what to say, and when to say it. She would probably be lost without him. I’ve seen Michael on some pretty good days. Part of me believes he has grown so attached to her, he is purposefully trying to stay here. It’s cute, but not healthy for either of them.

Chris once tried to escape this place. I don’t get why. The food here is actually really good, the workers are kind, and the stress of life doesn’t even exist here. Of course, he is known to be extremely paranoid, so it makes a bit of sense. He thought his hamster was actually a camera set up by the CIA to spy on him. Poor Mr. Fluffins never saw that wall coming. Chris is in the safety room pretty often. He doesn’t trust anybody here, and probably never will. It’s pretty sad honestly.

Well, there’s a quick briefing of the people I share this floor with. I should be getting out of here soon, but the rest of them have a while. I’ve learned never to take my life for granted, seeing as I could be dealing with a lot worse in life. So I had a slight mental breakdown, that shouldn’t take over my entire life, right? Once I get out, I’m going to start focusing on the positive and not the negative. Mental disorders take over someone’s life, and there isn’t a way to just “stop” feeling that way. Maybe if more people understood what went on in these people’s heads, they would spend less time telling them to get over it, and more time trying to help them.