Confessions of a Schizophrenic (Flash Fiction: Day 8)

Prompt: Three reasons

They say my sanity is leaving me.  They say I need to be under psychiatric care.  They say I’m a danger to myself and others. Give me three reasons why they are wrong.

I can’t do that. I can’t affirm everything you say.  So what if you’re clinically insane? So what if the worlds that exist in your mind aren’t visible to anyone else? It’s a gift from the God they don’t believe in.

Reason number one: Insanity is freedom.  Sanity confines.

They think there’s more than one of me in my head.  They think you are not real.

I’m real to you.  You are yourself.  They can’t change who you are.

The medications are killing you.  I don’t want to be friendless.  Can you stay with me?

The doctors are trying to make us better.  They don’t know us.  We don’t have to conform to their standards of “human.”

Reason number two: Being a person is better than being a patient.

These halls are too bright.  This food is too rubbery.  The air is too stale.  They want to make us real people again, but they put us in a cage.

I am leaving you now.  You will be all right on your own.  Remember me.  I am free to leave this place.  You will learn to call it home.

Reason number three: I am not a person, for they do not treat me as such.

Cages.  Confinement. Prison. Insanity was my only friend.