Prologue

Insanity
In*san"i*ty\, n. [L. insanitas unsoundness; cf. insania insanity, F. insanite.]

1. The state of being insane; unsoundness or derangement of mind; madness; lunacy.

2. (Law) Such a mental condition, as, either from the existence of delusions, or from incapacity to distinguish between right and wrong, with regard to any matter under action, does away with individual responsibility.

Syn: Syn>- Insanity, Lunacy, Madness, Derangement, Aliention, Aberration, Mania, Delirium, Frenzy, Monomania, Dementia.



It started with a dream. That’s all. Just a sequence of images I happened to see while I was sleeping. It seems cliché, but that‘s the only beginning I can offer. It was dreaming that threw my life upside down. My life…was it my life? I’m still not sure. Am I living, even now? In spite of everything I understand at present, I can’t know for sure. I’ve learned, not to take anything for granted, and to never put my faith in anything, no matter how concrete it seems.

Being insane and unaware of it is effortless. Knowing you’re insane and having no idea what to do about it is possibly the most disturbing affliction an individual can be expected to cope with. It isn’t all hallucinations and fanatical suspicions. You start to wonder if everything you're seeing is a delusion, and if it is, you don’t want to even consider what's real. You can’t tell anyone the things you see because you dread their reaction, and the possibility of having someone else tell you how crazy you are is equally horrific. Eventually, you feel like no one else is sane, because you know that what you’ve seen and heard is real.

Regardless, no one else sees what you see; not even the people you love. Despite your friends’ and family’s love for you, a love that could overlook all of your bygone flaws, there are things that can overcome them. And you realize the most important thing; crazy or not, these people are afraid of you. And what has humanity always done to those of us they are scared of?

They lock us away.