Sunday 9th January 1944

Sometimes this place is bearable; at other times it becomes quite intolerable.
Today is one of the latter sort; I've screwed myself to endure it, saying to myself that after one more little week I shall be free... My God! I hope I am out of this institution within a week!

I'm still sleeping very badly – haven't had a good night's sleep since I came here. Last night I was troubled with nightmare dreams about lunatic asylums; when I awoke, feeling tired and depressed, I remembered every detail of those hideous dreams. Being here engenders feelings of fear, humility and utter hopelessness.