Letters From The Looney Bin (Book 1)

by Thatcher C. Nalley

For that doctor altered my throat to where I cannot make any sounds, no sounds at all. They allowed this to happen to me,

I had always known I was not like others. For although I had been born with all the appropriate boy appendages, I knew deep down that I was not a boy and truly was meant to be a girl.

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference…”

sane. 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.

They do not treat us in any humane manner, we are nothing. They do not even address me by my name, I am simply referred to as vegetable girl.

“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.”