I always had a desire to know asylum life more thoroughly - a desire to be convinced that the most helpless of God's creatures, the insane, were cared for kindly and properly.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a child, I felt at times that I had been born into an insane asylum, that much of human life appeared to be an insane asylum. It was bewildering.
People in the world can never imagine the length of days to those in asylums. They seemed never ending, and we welcomed any event that might give us something to think about as well as talk of.
The hardship of living in a refugee camp made me psychologically strong.
It was such a relief. I lived in fear of being found out. Now it's given me a whole new mission in life.
I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.
I used to find that I could get mental serenity surrounded by chaos.
I didn't know why God had chose me for this ordeal, but I was somehow suited to it and knew that I would see it through to the end.
The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
Freedom from care and anxiety of mind is a blessing, which I apprehend such people enjoy in higher perfection than most others, and is of the utmost consequence.
I think for me, home needs to be a sanctuary. I need to feel like I've escaped the day when I get home.
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