Kahari6494
06-27-2011, 03:04 AM
‘For the eye sees not itself but only by reflection of some other thing’
Julius Caesar- William Shakespeare.
‘But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself’
The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde.
Have you ever stopped to consider the fact that we are all born with mental illness? I contend that it is not something you develop over time. It’s not something given to certain people by the misfortunes of the world.
The illness is not in the mind,
The illness is the mind.
The ability to think, to speculate, to conclude. All these things are curses, which in the wrong hands, send you to a place that this world likes to call,
Insane.
Perennial Tears
Est. Time of Death- 11:59pm, April 28th 2010.
Cause of Death- Copious Blood loss via the head.
Patient fell from a 7 story building, believed to be suicide.
Patient was 17 years of age.
Patient was suspected to have, but was never diagnosed with, Clinical Depression.
Attached is a copy of the Patients medical history and notable journals and papers leading up to the time of his death for psychological analysis.
‘File: Daniel Gray’
DOB: 9/2/93
Sun breaks through, Eyes are opened
Flowers greet the early morning rays
My skin warms and I smell the air of spring
Senses overwhelmed by the nature of this nature
But all is underwhelmed by the Sixth sense
The sense of new life, Rebirth
I wish I was never born.
St Philip’s Christian College- Year 9 mid-term report 2008
Student- Daniel Gray
Subject- English. Mark- 91%. Ranking 3/22.
Daniel has improved greatly in the study of English this year and has really let his natural love of literature shine through, especially in this terms Shakespeare study and last terms Pastoralist poetry evaluation. He is hard working and clearly enthusiastic to get better and better through deep and conscientious study. Great work Daniel.
- J. Smith
Subject- Music. Mark 92%. Ranking 1/10
Daniel is head and shoulders above most other students his age in his impeccable musicianship and expressive nature of his performance and composition. Very Impressive. - A. Bridge
Dear Mr/Mrs Gray,
We are writing to commend Daniel on his excellent achievement this term in the fields of science. His work ethic and outstanding results should be praised.
Yours Sincerely, J. Thompson
January 29th 2008- Hi John it’s Susie,
I read the poems of Daniel’s that you gave me and I wouldn’t be too worried just yet. He is expressing normal teenage feelings of rejection. Everybody goes through it. Of course if he says anything to you, I’d be happy to see him for a session.
Thanks very much for your concern.
Daniel,
I don’t really know where to start. I want to apologise,
for not being there for you during the last couple of years.
As you know, Michael has made it really hard on all of us
and I have a lot of explaining to do as a mother.
Firstly, Michael’s not your father. If you didn’t already know.
Secondly, I’m probably not going to see you for a while.
I’ve gotta have some time to get my life back on track,
You should stay with your grandmother.
I suppose i’ll leave it at that just incase Michael finds
the note. Happy Birthday Daniel.
I love you.
Mum x
Recording: Susan Farnill 4th April 2008
After my 3rd appointment with Daniel. It appears to me that he is willing to open up about his family issues only on the condition that you understand he can handle them and that he doesn’t need any help from anyone. This behavior is concerning, but in order to understand how bad it is, I need to rendezvous with his parents. Based on what Daniel has outlined, I doubt this will happen unless I filed a report with DOCS and they were forced to come in.
Dear Mr/Mrs Gray,
I’m writing to inform you of my concern for Daniel’s recent turn of attitude within class.
He is always pleasant to me and his class teachers tell me he will participate in discussion occasionally. Although, when it comes to dealing with his fellow students. I believe Daniel is having some bitter feelings.
He seems to be struggling with confidence and is possibly quite lonely.
I am lonely.
I encourage you to talk to him about these quite normal feelings as to ensure his future welfare.
Yours Sincerely,
School Counsellor- Susan Farnill
Normal. What is this normal **** all these people of knowledge keep talking about. I’m not ‘normal’. I get it from my mother, she’s not normal either. Wouldn’t have a clue if I get it from my father. I don’t do it for the attention, I don’t do it as a cry for help. I do it because I think too much. The things I think about make it seem logical to make yourself bleed. It’s cliche i’ll give you that, but on a person to person sense it’s not normal. We call it cliche to escape the gruesome fact that everyone of us is just like that. A step away from being crazy like me. The slightest slip and we could all be just as jaded. I know you’re afraid.
I can’t escape this forsaken idea that i’m just like every other teenager with problems. Problems. That’s another one. What the **** are problems. And when do they stop being problems and become insanity. Oh and I know all crazy people think they are smarter than everyone, but it’s not hard to think beyond your 4 walls of pretending everything’s alright. It’s not that bad. Makes you feel alive. Problem is, that’s when most people realise they’d rather be dead.
Look I know you think i’m arrogant for including all the good reports in. But if it’s one ‘seven deadly sin’ I’m not practiced in, it’s pride. Acting it just makes you feel good. Makes people hate you and pushes them away. Not far away enough to notice my little battle wounds. As far as i’m concerned it’s good to think about your own funeral. Especially so you can make sure bull**** artists don’t rock up to pretend they are affected by your death. He was such a nice boy, he will be dearly missed by all his friends. What friends? My journal? My Rock’n’Roll posters? How’s that cliche for you. How many people are gonna be dead by the time ‘cliche’ becomes ‘normal’?
Not me. That’d be the easy way out.
Day 1- Daniel is experiencing all the usual signs of clinical depression, I will be journalling his progress in order to monitor the development of his symptoms better. The self-inflicted scars on his wrists seem to be healing well. He has no family at the moment. He says they abandoned him earlier this year.
I believe Daniel just wants to be loved.
Day 5- Daniel claims one of the nurses began looking at him strangely today. This is a typical manifestation of his disorder, never the less, it is still very disturbing as I fear his condition is worsening. He had his first session with the resident psychiatrist today. She expects Daniel has been severely neglected throughout his life and although deep down he craves love, he refuses help a lot of the time and she believes he likes to deal with his own feelings. I suspect Daniel will develop maternal attachment to the psychiatrist.
Day 7- Daniel is continuing to refuse anti-depressants. If his condition worsens we are going to have to administer them intra-venously.
Oh you would wouldn’t you.
He is a very intelligent young man but his independence and stubbornness is becoming a problem. That’s what they all tell me.
Day 12- The psychiatrist suggested that we begin putting Daniel into a support group. Today was his first session, Daniel couldn’t stand to be in the room for more than 10 minutes. They were all staring at him and one of them started yelling and he got overwhelmed. He’ll have to stay in his room for a while now, he hasn’t been responding well to the judgement and it’s not good for his paranoia being exposed to too many people until he can relax again.
Day 15- After his session today with the psychiatrist, Daniel has decided that’s what he wants to be when he’s well and back to normal. Normal? He says he likes helping people, including himself. He gains a lot of achievement out of being able to tell the psychiatrist what’s wrong with him before she does. He’s very proud of the fact he can always stay at grips with his situation.
Day 20- Despite the fact that he still refuses any Anti-depressants and pain killers, Daniel is making an excellent recovery and shouldn’t be in here for too much longer. He doesn’t seem to like hospitals. He just can’t handle it anymore. The feeling of being sick or special. He wants the nurses to treat him like there’s nothing wrong with him. But he’ll be out soon.
Day 23- We gave the patient a break from the nurses and let him decide whether he wanted to see the psychiatrist or not this week. He still went because deep down, no matter how much he hates this place he still loves being cared for and talking about how he feels. It is a disorder of the mind, he can’t escape his mind and it’s not his fault. Just like he can’t escape this hospital.
Day 24- We found Daniel in a pool of his own blood in the showers this morning. He managed to sneak a razor blade past the nurses and cut himself, not enough to bleed to death. But enough. Like punishment. This is a typical reaction when the patient feels the disease is his own fault. He feels this is what he deserves for being a burden on ‘the system’. That’s what he told the psychiatrist.
Day 27- After Daniel’s episode, the staff in charge of him, including myself, feel that his disease has taken a serious turn. In severe cases, depression can manifest itself in extreme debilitating paranoia and occasionally psychosis, where the patient thinks that they can hear and see things that aren’t there. Under the right care, this is easily treated, anywhere else and the patient will either kill themselves or get themselves killed. The strange thing about this disease that I will never understand is, no matter how far gone they are, the patient can still have a normal conversation and analyse the situation like normal, but then they get so overwhelmed by the things they consider that they panic. They call it the ‘over-thinkers’ disease.
Day 30- Daniel has taken up smoking. He says that it helps him calm down and cope with the paranoid episodes. For now we will allow it, we want Daniel to get better and the psychiatrist seems to agree that this is helping. It’s out of character for him and he continually mentions that he’s becoming just like his step-dad and cries. Then he has a cigarette.
Daniel is a broken boy.
Day 32- Patient has started writing poems in his journal again. The psychiatrist is quite disturbed by them. The patient says it’s only because she doesn’t know how to handle them but she seems to think it’s yet another turn for the worst with his condition.
Yes. That’s right, the patient has a condition. Of course his poems are going to be disturbing, he feels and sees things different to them. Nobody seems to understand this.
I fear this is why the patient has given up on so much.
Day 40- Patient has been in deep thought for many days now. As I sit and watch him from the outside, I watch the thoughts crawling through his mind. I watch his face twist with epiphany. And finally, I watch his broken heart sink to the floor once again and his determination break as emotion floods his reason and escapes in the form of a single tear and disappears. It’s clear that the patient has finally realised he is in over his head. He let himself think the bad thoughts and feel the painful feelings. He chose to be this way.
Patient chose this.
Day 42- Still in his reflective state, occasionally the patient will fall to his knees and sob. He is crushed under the realisation that he is useless and doesn’t deserve to live. He is buried under the weight of regret. The weight of all the opportunities he has missed and what could’ve been. Still with every ounce of strength he has in his god forsaken body, he fights against the blackness that consumes him. He fights for something that is already lost.
Day 45- The patient hates himself. Sometimes, when he is experiencing episodes of deep hatred. He will sit in front of the mirror and weep. Never before have I witnessed such a deep, burning, loathsome anguish contained all within the one soul. It’s pathetic really. He doesn’t deserve anything. Not the pity that he so bitterly seeks, not even the hollow satisfaction of sitting inside his hatred and guilt that he longs ever desperately to hold. Because it’s all he has.
He doesn’t even deserve a place in this cage.
Day 50- Patient cried for days. It doesn’t know how many days. The patient talks to the moon. He talks about how it’s coming to take him away. He talks about how he wants it to hurry up most of the time. Other times he sits and tells it not to come because he doesn’t deserve to be put out of his misery. He tells the moon that it’s his fault.
Patient doesn’t deserve to live.
Day 52- I cannot help the patient anymore. All I can do is watch as he is taken by confusion and contradiction. I watch as the strength of the hatred and revenge climbs to his head and takes over, then I watch as the hopelessness swallows his determination while he falls once again to a black mass on the floor.
That’s all he is now, just a black, lonely mass of nothing.
Patient deserves to die.
Day 54- I thought I told you that that sniveling lump of cowardice mess deserves to die! Yet the moon refuses to come and take him away. Patient is a burden on himself. But nobody cares about the patients burdens. The patient is the burdens. Nobody cares about the ****ing inhuman, broken, black contradiction who’s soul escapes him daily. Why won’t you kill him?
Because he’s getting what he deserves.
He doesn’t deserve an existence, no matter how broken.
It is no longer an existence. What it is, can not be explained. Only through patient’s words can we even begin to understand the swirling consumption of feeling and thought he experiences.
He made it this way.
The Last Day- Patient is like a lake. Brilliant in it’s nature but there is something so unremarkable about it, in comparison to say, the ocean or a waterfall. Everybody knows it’s there, but nobody makes a point of going to see it. It’s just a big, black, deep and unexplored expanse of nothing special. Nobody wants to explore it. Who ever wanted to know what was in a lake unless that thing is a giant monster? I suppose that’s why some people like me choose to put giant monsters in their unremarkable lakes. Maybe someone will finally try and find what’s inside.
I guess what I’m trying to ask myself is, is depression a choice? Did I choose to let this happen?
The answer is yes.
There was always something pathologically depressing about my mind leading me in that direction. But when you get that feeling of paranoia, hatred or loneliness, you can choose to indulge it or let it pass.
I chose wrong nearly every time.
And so. As the moon casts its final shadow upon a welcome stranger to bliss and revery.
Patient Dies.
He left this journal in his room where he was staying. There was a lot of blood on the carpet and highly graphic and disturbing pictures and poems all over the walls. He walked to a nearby hospital and jumped off the roof on the 28th. That was also the day that Daniel made his final entry into his self composed medical record, finally letting go of ‘The Doctor’ and becoming himself one final time before giving in to his condition.
Daniel was in every way and without a doubt suffering from the worst case of Clinical Depression I have ever come to contact with. A memorial will be set up by the lake overlooking his grandmothers house in honour of the victim of such a tragic story.
Signed- ‘The Psychiatrist’.
Julius Caesar- William Shakespeare.
‘But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself’
The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde.
Have you ever stopped to consider the fact that we are all born with mental illness? I contend that it is not something you develop over time. It’s not something given to certain people by the misfortunes of the world.
The illness is not in the mind,
The illness is the mind.
The ability to think, to speculate, to conclude. All these things are curses, which in the wrong hands, send you to a place that this world likes to call,
Insane.
Perennial Tears
Est. Time of Death- 11:59pm, April 28th 2010.
Cause of Death- Copious Blood loss via the head.
Patient fell from a 7 story building, believed to be suicide.
Patient was 17 years of age.
Patient was suspected to have, but was never diagnosed with, Clinical Depression.
Attached is a copy of the Patients medical history and notable journals and papers leading up to the time of his death for psychological analysis.
‘File: Daniel Gray’
DOB: 9/2/93
Sun breaks through, Eyes are opened
Flowers greet the early morning rays
My skin warms and I smell the air of spring
Senses overwhelmed by the nature of this nature
But all is underwhelmed by the Sixth sense
The sense of new life, Rebirth
I wish I was never born.
St Philip’s Christian College- Year 9 mid-term report 2008
Student- Daniel Gray
Subject- English. Mark- 91%. Ranking 3/22.
Daniel has improved greatly in the study of English this year and has really let his natural love of literature shine through, especially in this terms Shakespeare study and last terms Pastoralist poetry evaluation. He is hard working and clearly enthusiastic to get better and better through deep and conscientious study. Great work Daniel.
- J. Smith
Subject- Music. Mark 92%. Ranking 1/10
Daniel is head and shoulders above most other students his age in his impeccable musicianship and expressive nature of his performance and composition. Very Impressive. - A. Bridge
Dear Mr/Mrs Gray,
We are writing to commend Daniel on his excellent achievement this term in the fields of science. His work ethic and outstanding results should be praised.
Yours Sincerely, J. Thompson
January 29th 2008- Hi John it’s Susie,
I read the poems of Daniel’s that you gave me and I wouldn’t be too worried just yet. He is expressing normal teenage feelings of rejection. Everybody goes through it. Of course if he says anything to you, I’d be happy to see him for a session.
Thanks very much for your concern.
Daniel,
I don’t really know where to start. I want to apologise,
for not being there for you during the last couple of years.
As you know, Michael has made it really hard on all of us
and I have a lot of explaining to do as a mother.
Firstly, Michael’s not your father. If you didn’t already know.
Secondly, I’m probably not going to see you for a while.
I’ve gotta have some time to get my life back on track,
You should stay with your grandmother.
I suppose i’ll leave it at that just incase Michael finds
the note. Happy Birthday Daniel.
I love you.
Mum x
Recording: Susan Farnill 4th April 2008
After my 3rd appointment with Daniel. It appears to me that he is willing to open up about his family issues only on the condition that you understand he can handle them and that he doesn’t need any help from anyone. This behavior is concerning, but in order to understand how bad it is, I need to rendezvous with his parents. Based on what Daniel has outlined, I doubt this will happen unless I filed a report with DOCS and they were forced to come in.
Dear Mr/Mrs Gray,
I’m writing to inform you of my concern for Daniel’s recent turn of attitude within class.
He is always pleasant to me and his class teachers tell me he will participate in discussion occasionally. Although, when it comes to dealing with his fellow students. I believe Daniel is having some bitter feelings.
He seems to be struggling with confidence and is possibly quite lonely.
I am lonely.
I encourage you to talk to him about these quite normal feelings as to ensure his future welfare.
Yours Sincerely,
School Counsellor- Susan Farnill
Normal. What is this normal **** all these people of knowledge keep talking about. I’m not ‘normal’. I get it from my mother, she’s not normal either. Wouldn’t have a clue if I get it from my father. I don’t do it for the attention, I don’t do it as a cry for help. I do it because I think too much. The things I think about make it seem logical to make yourself bleed. It’s cliche i’ll give you that, but on a person to person sense it’s not normal. We call it cliche to escape the gruesome fact that everyone of us is just like that. A step away from being crazy like me. The slightest slip and we could all be just as jaded. I know you’re afraid.
I can’t escape this forsaken idea that i’m just like every other teenager with problems. Problems. That’s another one. What the **** are problems. And when do they stop being problems and become insanity. Oh and I know all crazy people think they are smarter than everyone, but it’s not hard to think beyond your 4 walls of pretending everything’s alright. It’s not that bad. Makes you feel alive. Problem is, that’s when most people realise they’d rather be dead.
Look I know you think i’m arrogant for including all the good reports in. But if it’s one ‘seven deadly sin’ I’m not practiced in, it’s pride. Acting it just makes you feel good. Makes people hate you and pushes them away. Not far away enough to notice my little battle wounds. As far as i’m concerned it’s good to think about your own funeral. Especially so you can make sure bull**** artists don’t rock up to pretend they are affected by your death. He was such a nice boy, he will be dearly missed by all his friends. What friends? My journal? My Rock’n’Roll posters? How’s that cliche for you. How many people are gonna be dead by the time ‘cliche’ becomes ‘normal’?
Not me. That’d be the easy way out.
Day 1- Daniel is experiencing all the usual signs of clinical depression, I will be journalling his progress in order to monitor the development of his symptoms better. The self-inflicted scars on his wrists seem to be healing well. He has no family at the moment. He says they abandoned him earlier this year.
I believe Daniel just wants to be loved.
Day 5- Daniel claims one of the nurses began looking at him strangely today. This is a typical manifestation of his disorder, never the less, it is still very disturbing as I fear his condition is worsening. He had his first session with the resident psychiatrist today. She expects Daniel has been severely neglected throughout his life and although deep down he craves love, he refuses help a lot of the time and she believes he likes to deal with his own feelings. I suspect Daniel will develop maternal attachment to the psychiatrist.
Day 7- Daniel is continuing to refuse anti-depressants. If his condition worsens we are going to have to administer them intra-venously.
Oh you would wouldn’t you.
He is a very intelligent young man but his independence and stubbornness is becoming a problem. That’s what they all tell me.
Day 12- The psychiatrist suggested that we begin putting Daniel into a support group. Today was his first session, Daniel couldn’t stand to be in the room for more than 10 minutes. They were all staring at him and one of them started yelling and he got overwhelmed. He’ll have to stay in his room for a while now, he hasn’t been responding well to the judgement and it’s not good for his paranoia being exposed to too many people until he can relax again.
Day 15- After his session today with the psychiatrist, Daniel has decided that’s what he wants to be when he’s well and back to normal. Normal? He says he likes helping people, including himself. He gains a lot of achievement out of being able to tell the psychiatrist what’s wrong with him before she does. He’s very proud of the fact he can always stay at grips with his situation.
Day 20- Despite the fact that he still refuses any Anti-depressants and pain killers, Daniel is making an excellent recovery and shouldn’t be in here for too much longer. He doesn’t seem to like hospitals. He just can’t handle it anymore. The feeling of being sick or special. He wants the nurses to treat him like there’s nothing wrong with him. But he’ll be out soon.
Day 23- We gave the patient a break from the nurses and let him decide whether he wanted to see the psychiatrist or not this week. He still went because deep down, no matter how much he hates this place he still loves being cared for and talking about how he feels. It is a disorder of the mind, he can’t escape his mind and it’s not his fault. Just like he can’t escape this hospital.
Day 24- We found Daniel in a pool of his own blood in the showers this morning. He managed to sneak a razor blade past the nurses and cut himself, not enough to bleed to death. But enough. Like punishment. This is a typical reaction when the patient feels the disease is his own fault. He feels this is what he deserves for being a burden on ‘the system’. That’s what he told the psychiatrist.
Day 27- After Daniel’s episode, the staff in charge of him, including myself, feel that his disease has taken a serious turn. In severe cases, depression can manifest itself in extreme debilitating paranoia and occasionally psychosis, where the patient thinks that they can hear and see things that aren’t there. Under the right care, this is easily treated, anywhere else and the patient will either kill themselves or get themselves killed. The strange thing about this disease that I will never understand is, no matter how far gone they are, the patient can still have a normal conversation and analyse the situation like normal, but then they get so overwhelmed by the things they consider that they panic. They call it the ‘over-thinkers’ disease.
Day 30- Daniel has taken up smoking. He says that it helps him calm down and cope with the paranoid episodes. For now we will allow it, we want Daniel to get better and the psychiatrist seems to agree that this is helping. It’s out of character for him and he continually mentions that he’s becoming just like his step-dad and cries. Then he has a cigarette.
Daniel is a broken boy.
Day 32- Patient has started writing poems in his journal again. The psychiatrist is quite disturbed by them. The patient says it’s only because she doesn’t know how to handle them but she seems to think it’s yet another turn for the worst with his condition.
Yes. That’s right, the patient has a condition. Of course his poems are going to be disturbing, he feels and sees things different to them. Nobody seems to understand this.
I fear this is why the patient has given up on so much.
Day 40- Patient has been in deep thought for many days now. As I sit and watch him from the outside, I watch the thoughts crawling through his mind. I watch his face twist with epiphany. And finally, I watch his broken heart sink to the floor once again and his determination break as emotion floods his reason and escapes in the form of a single tear and disappears. It’s clear that the patient has finally realised he is in over his head. He let himself think the bad thoughts and feel the painful feelings. He chose to be this way.
Patient chose this.
Day 42- Still in his reflective state, occasionally the patient will fall to his knees and sob. He is crushed under the realisation that he is useless and doesn’t deserve to live. He is buried under the weight of regret. The weight of all the opportunities he has missed and what could’ve been. Still with every ounce of strength he has in his god forsaken body, he fights against the blackness that consumes him. He fights for something that is already lost.
Day 45- The patient hates himself. Sometimes, when he is experiencing episodes of deep hatred. He will sit in front of the mirror and weep. Never before have I witnessed such a deep, burning, loathsome anguish contained all within the one soul. It’s pathetic really. He doesn’t deserve anything. Not the pity that he so bitterly seeks, not even the hollow satisfaction of sitting inside his hatred and guilt that he longs ever desperately to hold. Because it’s all he has.
He doesn’t even deserve a place in this cage.
Day 50- Patient cried for days. It doesn’t know how many days. The patient talks to the moon. He talks about how it’s coming to take him away. He talks about how he wants it to hurry up most of the time. Other times he sits and tells it not to come because he doesn’t deserve to be put out of his misery. He tells the moon that it’s his fault.
Patient doesn’t deserve to live.
Day 52- I cannot help the patient anymore. All I can do is watch as he is taken by confusion and contradiction. I watch as the strength of the hatred and revenge climbs to his head and takes over, then I watch as the hopelessness swallows his determination while he falls once again to a black mass on the floor.
That’s all he is now, just a black, lonely mass of nothing.
Patient deserves to die.
Day 54- I thought I told you that that sniveling lump of cowardice mess deserves to die! Yet the moon refuses to come and take him away. Patient is a burden on himself. But nobody cares about the patients burdens. The patient is the burdens. Nobody cares about the ****ing inhuman, broken, black contradiction who’s soul escapes him daily. Why won’t you kill him?
Because he’s getting what he deserves.
He doesn’t deserve an existence, no matter how broken.
It is no longer an existence. What it is, can not be explained. Only through patient’s words can we even begin to understand the swirling consumption of feeling and thought he experiences.
He made it this way.
The Last Day- Patient is like a lake. Brilliant in it’s nature but there is something so unremarkable about it, in comparison to say, the ocean or a waterfall. Everybody knows it’s there, but nobody makes a point of going to see it. It’s just a big, black, deep and unexplored expanse of nothing special. Nobody wants to explore it. Who ever wanted to know what was in a lake unless that thing is a giant monster? I suppose that’s why some people like me choose to put giant monsters in their unremarkable lakes. Maybe someone will finally try and find what’s inside.
I guess what I’m trying to ask myself is, is depression a choice? Did I choose to let this happen?
The answer is yes.
There was always something pathologically depressing about my mind leading me in that direction. But when you get that feeling of paranoia, hatred or loneliness, you can choose to indulge it or let it pass.
I chose wrong nearly every time.
And so. As the moon casts its final shadow upon a welcome stranger to bliss and revery.
Patient Dies.
He left this journal in his room where he was staying. There was a lot of blood on the carpet and highly graphic and disturbing pictures and poems all over the walls. He walked to a nearby hospital and jumped off the roof on the 28th. That was also the day that Daniel made his final entry into his self composed medical record, finally letting go of ‘The Doctor’ and becoming himself one final time before giving in to his condition.
Daniel was in every way and without a doubt suffering from the worst case of Clinical Depression I have ever come to contact with. A memorial will be set up by the lake overlooking his grandmothers house in honour of the victim of such a tragic story.
Signed- ‘The Psychiatrist’.