When you think of insanity, you think of the hospital. How it is isolated on its own piece of land surrounded by a barbed wire fence. You think about the cold cell and the stone white walls that seem to close in on you. It is always silent. And when the silence is broken, it is only ever replaced by a bloodcurdling scream. The whole place reeks of disinfectant. The maids seem to try to clean the insanity right out of the inmate’s souls. It is isolated
But there is so much more to insanity than the place. There is the way that your brain makes everything to be. The secret part about insanity that no one talks about is the fact that your mind feels exactly like those walls of the institution. Every time you think, you question everything until you don’t know what your original thought was. You are alone with your own thoughts, and you don’t even know what they are. You are constantly clouded by what you think is your own, and what actually is. Your judgement is off. You are alone and cold.