His Mind
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Schizophrenia...how do I put it? It's like a constant reminder that I'm not normal. When I first found out that I had Schizophrenia, I was 18 in high school. The doctors had a hard time figuring out that I had this mental illness. This illness has effects on my day-to-day life. So my mother thought it was a good idea to send me to a place called Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. I honestly don't know what it is, and I didn't care as long as I had help. But then things went downhill when I went to that asylum... -Eran Graham
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1930s
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