It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
You’ve heard of people calling in sick. You may have called in sick a few times yourself. But have you ever thought about calling in well? It’d go like this: You’d get the boss on the line and say, “Listen, I’ve been sick ever since I started working here, but today I’m well and I won’t be in anymore.” Call in well.
You wanted to get well. . . . Asked your greatest wish in life, you would have replied at once — sanity. . . . In the world outside, people longed desperately to be millionaires, movie actors, club presidents. . . . But nowhere, nowhere save the madhouse, did mental health get its share of prayers.