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.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I'm dying.
When I keep really still. Really still. Where the only movement is my occassional eye-blinks.
Then, I recall. I could remember who I am.
But I'm dying.
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today's comment word verification is "kiohooj".
meow. hello.
cancer patients are dying. seroconverted people are dying. everyone is dying. but we all have credit card bills to pay and debts to settle. thank goodness, i don't have any.
nice entry. may i be the first to say. can turn a bob dylan with this.
1 comment:
today's comment word verification is "kiohooj".
meow. hello.
cancer patients are dying. seroconverted people are dying. everyone is dying. but we all have credit card bills to pay and debts to settle. thank goodness, i don't have any.
nice entry. may i be the first to say. can turn a bob dylan with this.
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