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.
Friday, March 18, 2016
I went shopping with ShW and her 90-year-old granny during last month's CNY.
We used the shopping complex's facility, this little scooter designed for the immobile.
This is her granny. The time spent with them was the only time I didn't cry during CNY. Must have meant something.
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