Letters From The Looney Bin (Book 1)

by Thatcher C. Nalley

This has become a chess match with death. Each move I make is crucial. I must make them think they are dominating the board. I play the pawn. However the game cannot last forever.

evil is on the outside and will only infect the inside if you let it.”

Then their bodies will turn into paper and fall flat onto the bed. I will then jump to the floor and walk around to the side of the bed, “Well, well, well.” I will pronounce as I pick them up “Let us play a game of rock, paper…” and I will pull out my “scissors”. Then cut them into a hundred pieces all over the bed. Once done, I scoop them up and throw them in the air and like a confetti shower they will fall on me as I turn in circles verbosely rejoicing;

When the elements act out of their realm of normal no one calls them insane, they simply call it nature. That is what we are here, to me, the purest form of nature – the cyclone, the tsunami, the hurricane. A beautiful disaster.

Everyone has a piece of insanity within, don’t you agree? The patrons here were just born with a little more “obvious” insanity than the rest of the world. If most people owned up to their own insanity maybe the rest of the world would be diagnosed with sanity and we would lock them up for not fitting into our society.

people do not need voices or hearing to communicate they just need communication tools.

Why do you suppose they feel the need to get something out of me? What does it matter to them? How funny that they have made that so important to them.

I have seen too many fools think themselves clever for they had fools supporting them to think so.

It’s just a building full of people to damn lazy to be normal. Seems like they’re just faking this shit. Why not? In this place they don’t have to take care of themselves or be responsible, not even for their crazy actions.

True love lasts forever either from pure joy or from pure pain.

The first part of his treatment plan was for the patient to accept that they had a mental illness. He then worked with the mental illness and did not try to “cure” it and, therefore, did not treat the patron as if he or she had some kind of plague. The idea was to work with the illness not against it. If someone is blind, one doesn’t work with them by instilling delusions of their someday regaining their sight. One works with them to help them learn how to interact with the seeing world. Dr. Huxley worked with each of their illnesses on an individual basis. He believed and saw most of his patrons as borderline sane. Mind you though, if the behavioral issue was uncontrollable or too psychotic to where the patron could cause harm to himself or others, then medications and other psychotherapy treatments were utilized. He was a visionary, not a fool.

Who defines normal Dr. Quill? And what makes any human the expert on such things? If we could actually read each others thoughts, we would see how we all have a little Mad Hatter running around in our head.”

“One bad apple rots a whole orchard of trees. We are here to be fruitful.”

“Every patron must have a goal and a purpose or they will feel like they have nothing to live for. We are all here for some reason or another even if the reason is not apparent or obvious. Every honey bee that lands on a flower has it reason for being there and as do we for being here. A flower is not told to grow it just does. We are here for the patrons. We are their gardeners.”

I was young, naïve, and egotistical and believed I could play God – I lost.

Doing nothing would have been worse than losing. In their doing, they will have at least one victorious battle and that is something all the treatment in the world could have never given them - a purpose.