Journal Entries of the Mentally Unstable

North

January 9 Sunday

Well I suppose I should start this how anything is started with a name. My name is North Mancher I'm an 18 years old guy. I'm tall and skinny with brown short hair and I have been a patient at The Sunny Shelter for the mentally unstable for 32 days and counting. I ended up here like most I just had a panic attack and might have possibly tried to kill my dog, Gregger. It wasn't that I was crazy more that I just have a lot of irrational fears. No wait scratch that I have a lot of rational fears. Just to list a few so you get where I'm coming from Hypnophobia- fear of being hypnotized I mean that's reasonable. What if she put you into a deep sleep and you never woke up or she made you kill yourself. With that kind of control over another you could do anything don't try and tell me that's irrational. Catoptrophobia- fear of mirrors just looking into a mirror its like looking into another part of reality and that version of you wants to get out and become you. I mean nobody wants to live in a mirror so obviously their going to try and steal your life .Haphephobia-fear of being touched that one I'll admit is a little weird I couldn't really tell you just the feeling of another persons skin haunts me. But the worst one of all is Algophobia- fear of pain and Necrophobia- fear of death. This one is common I mean what happens after you die do you just sit in an empty black room for all eternity. Who wasn't afraid of death and nobody likes to feel pain.

January 11 Tuesday

I've been told by Ms. Kantler who is my group therapist that I have to write in this journal every few days so I guess I'll do it today. Rereading my first entry I realize that might have come out a bit off. Lets try this again I'll start from the beginning roughly. My parents are Adam and Skylar Mancher and they have two children my younger brother Wren and me. My mom committed suicide when I was 12. She had a lot of phobias such as mine I suppose thats where I get all my crazy from. At a very young age I always thought my mother was a little off but I just thought that all mothers taught theirs kids the dangers of mirrors and what kinds of horrors Christmas can bring. I thought this up until the age of 10 when someone almost as crazy as my mom thought it would be a good idea to become friends with me. He invited me over to his house and when I walked in his mom was making cookies in the kitchen and I asked him why his mom was cooking on an oven. I thought this was absolutely crazy I figured all moms had a fear that their ovens tried to pull them into the oven when they put their hands into it. He looked at me like I was stupid and said " She's making cookies what do you think she's doing. Don't you ever have cookies?' And no I had never had cookies before as I said my mom didn't really like ovens.

It took me all of two hours to figure out either his mom was crazy or my mom was and I was leaning more towards my mom. I mean what kind of crazy mom serves cookies the single greatest things ever. I learned to deal with my moms problem while my dad continued to ignore it. Then out of the blue she killed herself and I started to contemplate death and one thing lead to another and here I am sitting in a light blue room with smiley faced pajamas on writing in a journal about my day to try and find the solution to my problem. It was a new thing Ms. Kantler was trying out with all her younger patients. Which consisted of ten people while thirteen if you counted imaginary friends and split personalities. Yea we were quite the bunch of people.

January 12 Wensday

I say its high time you met the rest of the gang. First on the list is Tate he was 18 and a little taller than me with a head full of brown stripes of hair and silver eyes that made me keep my distance. He got here a few days before me for cutting part of someone's finger off. Who dose that seriously he's bat crazy. Are bats even crazy? Well you get my point. Then there was Laken or Jett or Ryker whatever you want to call him. He suffered from split personality disorder sometimes he was himself just an average 17 year old with blond shaggy hair and blue eyes. Sometimes he was Jett the 18 1/2 year old whose brother was Tate or he could be Ryker the doctor. You never knew what to expect with the guy one minute he's sitting down reading a book then he's running around trying to heal everyone. It was very entertaining especially when he's Jett lets just say that Tate has some anger issues and he doesn't take kindly to people who think he's their brother. Next was Raelynn she was 17 had short red hair and an over imagination. She always thought every one was conspiring against her and plotting her demise. Rylee was 18 and had black long curly hair green eyes she was fairly short and nimble always running around. She had an imaginary friend named Sunny who wanted to kill us all. Its very unsettling to have someone next to you whispering to no one saying "No I'm not going to kill North he's nice.Well maybe." I was sitting right next to her and we used to be friends but now I try and keep my distance cause as I've mentioned before I'm not a fan of dying by a crazed girl and her imaginary friend named Sunny. There were a few other crazies around my age but not nearly as interesting mostly just scary or I don't even know how to begin to explain what wrong with them. So that was us, the crazy bunch.