“I was going out of my mind. My head was never quiet. Quiet is an in-between point, implying a balance between noise and silence, between the strange blackouts I began to have—pure silence, not sleeplike but deathlike—and the hellish shrieking jumble of my own thoughts and the voices of the world.”

Wasted by Marya Hornbacher

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