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, April 02, 2015
I dropped my hairpin.
I kneel ed down to look for it.
My colleague helped.
"Ah, it's ok. It's just some worthless old thing."
"No, don't say that. Everything is worth something" she said in her most soothing voice.
A very appropriate comment for a very depressed person.
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