Nameless Sameness - Sara Walker - Bog

Memories are loud. I woke up from the dream of my memories, and I found myself in a hospital. They diagnosed me with schizophrenia. You can call me Mika, but that's not my real name. Maybe we've met. I've met a lot of nameless people. They've all gone. No doubt they were scared. We talked awhile and even formed what some people would call friendships. Then the wrong thing came out of my mouth, and it was time to move again. I became a ghost in their lives. Maybe they think crazy is contagious. That's why so many of us are medicated and locked up. Not me, though; not anymore. I like having schizophrenia. I have a constant mirror to my soul that tells me exactly who I am. My deepest subconscious thoughts come to the surface. What a gift. I don't have a mental illness. I have mental adaptations. This is the first book in a three-part series exploring the deepest recesses of myself. Madness is relative.