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How to install stainless steel mod. This is an astonishing memoir of a young woman called only 'Renee,' whose descent into schizophrenia began at the age of five. Written with a diamond-sharp precision that lends it an eerie power, it tells the story of Renee's long sojourn in what she calls the 'Land of Enlightenment' or 'The Country of Tibet,' and of her gradual and painstaking return to 'wonderful reality This is an astonishing memoir of a young woman called only 'Renee,' whose descent into schizophrenia began at the age of five. Written with a diamond-sharp precision that lends it an eerie power, it tells the story of Renee's long sojourn in what she calls the 'Land of Enlightenment' or 'The Country of Tibet,' and of her gradual and painstaking return to 'wonderful reality.' Renee moves in and out of hospitals, sometimes able to eat only tea and spinach, or apples and spinach, because 'The System' forbade anything else.' She regresses to a state resembling infancy, and she experiences intense despair, although she always describes her experiences with a pitiless and remarkable calm, as though she has observed herself from a great distance. And all the while she is sustained by the attention and understanding of her analyst, Maguerite Sechehaye, who has contributed an illuminating Afterward to her story. This harrowing and unforgettable work is a classic in the literature of mental illness.

Worth reading - and re-reading - for Renee's chilling, carefully-drawn descriptions of her increasingly eerie inner world: The recreation period at school was often a source of the unreal feeling. I kept close to the fence as though I were indeed a prisoner and watched the other pupils shouting and running about in the school yard. They looked to me like ants under a bright light. The school building became immense, smooth, unreal, and an inexpressible anguish pressed in on me. I fancied that the Worth reading - and re-reading - for Renee's chilling, carefully-drawn descriptions of her increasingly eerie inner world: The recreation period at school was often a source of the unreal feeling.

I kept close to the fence as though I were indeed a prisoner and watched the other pupils shouting and running about in the school yard. They looked to me like ants under a bright light. The school building became immense, smooth, unreal, and an inexpressible anguish pressed in on me.

I fancied that the people watching us from the street thought all of us prisoners just as I was a prisoner and wanted so much to escape. Sometimes I shook the grating as though there were no other way out, like a madman, I thought, who wanted to return to real life. For the street seemed alive, gay and real, and the people moving there were living and real people, while all that was within the confines of the yard was limitless, unreal, mechanical and without meaning: it was the nightmare of the needle in the hay.