She's stuck in a colorless world of white; everything taking place around her a blur. The white walls of her prison keep her caged in along with the people with their white coats covering their paper skin moving over the white floors to prick her with the needles that distort things in her mind even more.
The drugs help everything slow down, or is it speed up? Time has become meaningless as the days pass by with single minded monotony. The gray non-events of life refuse to change, even when the doctors and nurses and all the other wardens of this place announce that it will happen, and happen soon.
And through all this she can only act as a doll; following orders and trying to stay as sane as possible in the vain hope of escaping from not only this place but the black thoughts she's drowning in.