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  1. I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.
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  2. Psychiatric Tales draws on Darryl Cunningham’s time working in a psychiatric ward to give a reasoned and sympathetic look into the world of mental illness. In each chapter, Cunningham explores a different mental health problem, using evocative imagery to describe the experience of mental illness, both from the point of view of those beset by illness and their friends and relatives. As Cunningham reveals this human experience, he also shows how society’s perceptions of and reactions to mental illness perpetuate needless stigma, for example, the myth that schizophrenic people are more likely to commit crimes than non-schizophrenic people. Psychiatric Tales is a groundbreaking graphic work; it deftly demythologizes and destigmatizes the disorders that 26.2 percent of American adults live with every day.
    Concluding with a reflection on how mental illness has affected his own life, Darryl Cunningham’sPsychiatric Tales is a moving, engaging examination of what is, at its root, the human condition. Darryl Cunningham is the creator of the Web comics Super-Sam and John-of-the-Night and The Streets of San Diablo. He is a prolific cartoonist, sculptor, and photographer, and lives in Leeds, England. This is his first book.

    Contains some self-harm stories.
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  3. I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
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  4. Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.
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  5. I’ve given up. I can’t stand it anymore. The days drag by. I’m choked by food, the daylight that shouts at me every morning to get up. The sleep which is only dreams that chase me. Or the darkness that rustles with ghosts and memories. Has it ever occurred to you that the worse off people are, the less they complain? In the end, they’re quite silent. They’re living creatures with nerves, eyes, and hands, vast armies of victims. The light that rises and falls heavily. The cold that comes. The darkness. The heat. The smell. They are all silent.
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  6. If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.
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  7. Back in the day, they said I was beautiful. I ignored all fools; for I felt like a hollow nutcase anyway. Even if it was true, it did not work. You know what I mean. I was on the edge. I still am.
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  8. It is snowing. Paper spots
    are falling from the punch.
    Hello? Mrs. Death is here!
    She suffers according to the digits
    of my hate. I hear the filaments
    of alabaster. I would lie down
    with them and lift my madness
    off like a wig. I would lie
    outside in a room of wool
    and let the snow cover me.
    Paris white or flake white
    or argentine, all in the washbasin
    of my mouth, calling, “Oh.”
    I am empty. I am witless.
    Death is here. There is no
    other settlement. Snow!
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  9. I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it’s the best available option at the time.
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  10. Sanity is a cozy lie.
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  11. For Halloween I’m gonna be emotionally stable. No one’s gonna know its me.
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  12. I have this fear of coughing
    but I do not speak,
    a fear of rain, a fear of the horseman
    who comes riding into my mouth.
    The glass tilts in on its own
    and I am on fire.
    I see two thin streaks burn down my chin.
    I see myself as one would see another.
    I have been cut in two.
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  13. And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My attention to the world around me disappears, and something starts to hum inside my head. Far off, voices try to bump up against me, but I repel them. My ears fill up with water and I focus on the humming in my head.
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  14.  We stuff our faces, blank as pills, with pills.
    No one wants to open that book, but it’s a book.
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  15. I belong exclusively to my neurotic head.
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  16. Dear Sir 
    I am in a Madhouse & quite forget your Name or who you are you must excuse me for I have nothing to commu[n]icate or tell of & why I am shutup I dont know I have nothing to say so I conclude 
    yours respectfully 
    John Clare 
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  17. I am in my own mind.
    I am locked in the wrong house.
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  18. naturally, we are all caught in
    downmoods, it’s a matter of
    chemical imbalance
    and an existence
    which, at times,
    seems to forbid
    any real chance at
     happiness.
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  19. We waited and waited. All of us. Didn’t the shrink know that waiting was one of the things that drove people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn’t have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You waited for it to rain, you waited for it to stop. You waited to eat and then you waited to eat again. You waited in a shrink’s office with a bunch of psychos and you wondered if you were one.
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  20. Here’s a whole nervous breakdown in miniature; Tuesday. Sank into a chair, could scarcely rise; everything insipid; tasteless, colourless. Enormous desire for rest. Wednesday - only wish to be alone in the open air. Air delicious – avoided speech; could not read. Slept in my chair. Thursday. No pleasure in life whatsoever; but felt perhaps more attuned to existence. Difficulty in thinking what to say. Friday. Character and idiosyncrasy as Virginia Woolf completely sunk out.
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  21. That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one’s passion.
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  22. It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between.
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  23. He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
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  24. Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.
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  25. He thinks I suffer from depression. But I’m just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.
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