Insanity

Chapter Twelve

Today's Date: October 3, 2011

Dear Journal,

I know I haven't wrote in a week but it's because those pigs sent all my items to the asylum in New Hampshire. The drive felt like forever but it was kind of nice being able to see new scenery. When we pulled up to the asylum; I felt nervous like a kid starting a new school in a new state. I was nervous as to how I was going to be accepted into a place where I believe I don't belong. I guess that's what I get for befriending such cowards who want to testify against you and throw you away for something that was bound to happen. They drag me out and walk me in to the asylum and tell the nurses on staff that I was the "new patient" they called about a week ago. The nurses were real nice, suprisingly because I thought they would just give me a shot and put me out for a few hours. I look around the room and I thought about how depressing it looks in here. "Yeah, I got a few issues that I can't let go of but I'm not insane. I don't deserve to be here", I thought about that a lot. The nurses told me that I would be assigned two nurses; one for the day and one for the night. I guess I'd meet them later on or something. I walk into the rec room where all the patients were; it was very depressing seeing all these people with real disorders that belong here. I think about my situation again and get angry so, I walked to this empty chair in the corner and sat down. Two guys walked over to me and asked for my name. When I told them, they looked shocked; guess they seen the news or some shit. They tell me their names were Will and CJ; I asked them why they were here. Will says he was here for PTSD and CJ says he was a paranoid Schizophrenia. I guess CJ and I have something in common because I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia when I was fifteen. We all start talking for about thirty minutes until they decided to give me the "official tour" of my new living arrangements. They show me the kitchen, their rooms, and the nursing quadrants. Nothing to be happy about but it's better than being in the cell with those pigs. I decided to depart from the group and relax in my bed all day until it's time for me to go to sleep. My nurse for the day comes in and introduces herself as Linda Belcher. She's so cool and down to earth and really cares about her patients. She tells me that I have to take some medication so, I can control my "problems". She tells me the side effects and the main one was drowziness and I was relieved because I needed some sleep. Is it bad that I'm actually enjoying it here so far? I know their is some people in here with real illness' but I feel like their is a few in here that were put into situations like me in here. I don't know' maybe I'm crazy for thinking that but oh, well. I'm going to get some shut eye. I'll write some more later.

Until Next Time,

Vince.