Written by a progressive philosopher about his time working in a secure mental health facility in the high desert of Central OR, I Fell in Love in a Mental Institution is part agonizing, ecstatic remembrance of indelible, unrequited love, part insight into, critique of and tale from the world of mental health treatment, part commentary on conservatism, conventional wisdom and cultural conformity, and part spiritual rumination and politically incorrect indignation. May it disrupt your complacent sense of your own sanity, provoke an examination of the prejudices you enlist in protecting tradition and the politically correct status quo, and show you the world of mental illness in a manner helping to mitigate any of the stigma with which, like most, you may regard those whom find themselves persistently ravaged by its wreckage.