And So It Is...

Interesting. Working with the mentally ill is a big switch from my regular nursing duties. I've had to reassure Mr. Allen that the Russians weren't outside his room waiting to kill him, Ms. Tellewn that JFK isn't our president anymore, and I'm not Joan Crawford. You have to take on a different personality. You have to find the level they're on, and relate to it. Patience. Without patience, this job would drive you absolutely insane, no pun intended. While most of the patients are allowed to sit in the social hall, I learned so much about them. I saw who could successfully interact with others, and those who were so far gone, they had no idea who people are- or for that matter, that they're a person.

As I watched them, I began to think. Science has proven many of the illnesses treated here were caused genetically and/or due to a chemical imbalance in the brain. However, those who weren't effected by the above situations, what caused them to snap? What causes someone to lose control, to literally, lose control of their mind? Are we all just one step away from crossing that line? Some would argue yes, we're all dancing right there. While others, would argue that no, it's genetically pre-determined. I suppose, for the time being, it will remain a mystery.


"Southern girl with a Scarlet drawl.
Wave good-bye to ma and pa,
cause, with the birds I'll share...

With the birds I'll share this lonely view..."