Monsters and Misfits, Ms. Barbara Barklow's class, multi genre project.
san·i·ty ˈsanədē/ noun 1the ability to think and behave in a normal and rational manner; sound mental health."I began to doubt my own sanity" 2synonyms: 3mental health, faculties, reason, rationality, saneness, stability, lucidity; More
◦reasonable and rational behavior. ◦synonyms: ◦(common) sense, wisdom, prudence, judiciousness, rationality, soundness, sensibleness "sanity has prevailed” http://www.dictionary.com/
This website explores the life of my fictional character Ophelia Bloom. Ophelia Bloom was dumped at a mental asylum at the age of 15 by her father. He told doctors that his daughter was seeing things and talking to people who weren't there. Ophelia however showed no real signs of any mental illness, but her father left before the doctors could realize there was nothing wrong with her. Close friends from her childhood, who wish to remain anonymous, suspect that her father threw her into an asylum because he genuinely thought she was crazy. Ophelia Bloom grew up with an obsessive and overbearing father who pushed his beliefs onto his children, her father was a preacher of a religion that no one in town had heard of. Her mother believed in science and taught her daughter all then she knew until she died when Ophelia was 12. Ophelia however was not religious. Her friends suspect that her father put her in asylum in hopes they would convert her into the god fearing woman he wanted her to be. Although she was not crazy when she got there, when she escaped there was definitely something broken in Ophelia. It is likely that all of the experimental treatments that were done on her caused her to have some sort of a mental break.
The curious case of Ophelia Bloom The last thing I remember before waking up here was drinking tea while stitching the pocket back onto my brothers jeans. The doctors say that my father left me here after I had a psychotic break. I don't think I had a psychotic break, but then again I can't remember anything. The nurse says they have to keep me in this asylum because they can't be sure what happened and they can't risk me being unmonitored out in society. They are at least keeping me separate from the other patients. They took my clothes and left me in a near empty room with nothing but an empty book and a bed. It's okay though, I'm used to being locked away. I don't see much of the other patients. The only one I ever see is Katie. She's in the room across from mine. She looks like she's in her twenties or thirties. We aren't allowed to leave our rooms so we talk by writing on chalk boards and holding them up to the window. She doesn't make much sense but she's the first person to pay me any attention in years. It's getting harder to read and write with all these medications though. They've got me on morphine and something called clozapine. It makes my thoughts hazy and it's making it difficult to differentiate between fact and fiction. I talked with one of my doctors today. He says I need something called a lobotomy. I think I heard my mother talking about something like that when she was teaching me about human anatomy. I'm not sure what it means but Dr. Hale says its a surgery to try to teach my mind how to focus on reality. When the doctors let me out of my room to take me to surgery Katie over heard what the doctors said and started screaming. I woke up from surgery with a shaved head and the worst headache I've ever had. I went too see Katie at the window but she was clearly highly medicated. She didn't even notice when the nurses brought her meals that day. Days seem more like years now. I'm fading in and out of my head. I don't know how many surgeries I've been through. I feel like there's nothing left of me. The only friend I've got left is my notebook. I have to get out of here. Tonight at midnight I'm going to pick the lock with my pen and sneak out through the laundry room window. I have got to get home, who knows what my father has put my brothers through. I see them everywhere. No one was home. No one has been home for a long time. Maybe my brothers are lost. I have to find them. I'll search every inch of these woods if I have to. I'm starting to get hungry, but I have no money. I think I'm going to have to steal food from the farm stand up the road.