Bedlam

Her mind was Bedlam, teasing and taunting her relentlessly.
she grew up, her mind was a landfill of shredded rusty metal, the metal that was used to shield her from the venomous thoughts.
The perniciousness passed on to her child, passed on like a torch at a marathon, but only passing on the toxicity of the mind.
She parcelled him out in the world to loathe and anchor the innocent minds that were clueless of this outbreak of a somewhat sanitarium. 
His mind eventually gave in to the very same depression that had stolen his mother’s life.