... a breakdown ... is too enormous a problem to surmount alone.

How could all this have happened in a few short hours?

The day before me appeared as a blessing rather than a punishment.

This was my sickness, the inability to be logical.

It cannot be easy to be the parents of children who have been diagnosed as mentally ill.

It seemed imperative not to show any feelings. Every feeling had become suspect while in the hospital. After the release I kept emotions tightly controlled to avoid re-institutionalization.

Once the wheels began churning, I was into craziness over my head.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.

Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.

If you talk to God, you are praying; if God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.