I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Lucky? who, me?
"You're really lucky," said my new employer.
I blushed. "Yes, I DO hope that I can make up this favour to you."
As I walked away, I was still perplexed with the word 'lucky'.
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