I will try to keep this short and allow the art to speak for itself: 

 I am held by the paintings that Vincent Van Gogh made while he was in Saint Paul-de-Mausole,  a psychiatric hospital in Saint Remy-de-Provence. Van Gogh to this day is still romanticized as the tortured artist. I would prefer that his manic depression be represented in its full truth. He died incredibly young due to poverty, untreated mental illness and the shaming isolation of both circumstances. I am writing this 134 years after his death.  Our attitudes about mental health and poverty are still similar, with little grace and collective responsibility mustered over the years. The perception of beauty should not be the only guardrail for a life.  Here are a few paintings he made while he was institutionalized shortly before his death, all scenes from the hospital he was staying at.