Narratives of Madness, as Told From Within

By GAIL A. HORNSTEIN

I think there can be no greater suffering than the state of mind I find myself in at present. I am sane enough to know that I am no longer sane. Somewhere, somehow, I am being dragged over a line, a line which never even existed for me until now. ... Everyone is on the other side of an impenetrable glass. ... I am terrified, beyond any understanding, and the not...

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