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.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I've read this joke before yet, when I read it again today it was just as funny.
"A neurotic builds air castles, the psychotic lives in them, and the psychiatrist collects the rent."
1 comment:
...and the therapist shares the rent.
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