Ryan D Brinkhurst

In the deep, dark regions of my heart, I can understand these people. In a way, I guess, we are these people. The difference between the walls that surround people in an institution like this and the freedom outside of these walls is nothing more that keeping it together, keeping those bad thoughts aside, not obeying the darkness. (more…)

Tom, Alex’s dad, is a “stand up” guy. He is trying to get her out of the institution, and eventually he will, but not until she understands what reality really means. Most of the time, she seems to be trapped in a drowsy haze of confusion. From sleeping walking, to imagining that she sees ghosts, she’s a wreck. Sometimes, I see her sitting still, just thinking, almost praying. She believes that by thinking something, she can make it happen. (more…)

I have met this wonderful and intriguing woman, Steffi. She’s a nurse here, and wow, she is very beautiful. With long flowing dark brown hair, pretty sparkling brown eyes, a five foot 6 inch small to medium frame, and curves that make you just want to bite her, gawd, she is delicious. (more…)

One of the residents is leaving, James. We were all encouraged to say goodbye. I like the guy, but I don’t feel that I got time to know him. We didn’t have that much interaction in this short time together. He’s peculiar, in his own way. He doesn’t seem that far off the mark, but like everyone else in here, he was here because he needed to be. (more…)

Wow. I thought being in a nut house was going to be an adventure, but it’s really not what I expected. This place is more like a hospital. You can go into solitary confinement, of sorts, but I haven’t done anything wrong, so I don’t imagine I’ll be put in there. (more…)

I am working on an experiment, one that has been done before. However, this one is a bit different. I have faked a mental illness, one that was severe enough to get me institutionalized. I have someone who will visit me from time to time. He has agreed to type and publish my notes, without comment, without revealing who I am. Thank you so much Ryan. (more…)