The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness

by Elyn R. Saks

“This is the real me,” I announced, waving my arms above my head. And then, late on a Friday night, on the roof of the Yale Law School Library, I began to sing, and not quietly, either. “Come to the Florida sunshine bush. Do you want to dance?” The smiles quickly faded from their faces. “Are you on drugs?” one asked. “Are you high?” “High? Me? No way. No drugs! Come on, let’s dance! Come to the Florida sunshine bush. Where they make lemons. Where there are demons. Is anyone else out here with us? Hey, wait a minute, what’s the matter with you guys? Where are you going?” Rebel and Val had both turned away and were heading back inside. “You’re frightening me,” said one. I shrugged. “OK, I’ll come in, too. But there’s nothing in there. Nothing.”

Psychosis