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, March 26, 2008
As I lie mindlessly, I wonder what is there for me to be thankful for. I began to recall some of my previous ‘emo’ writings. I got my answer.
I’m thankful that I’m not numb. I can still feel. I am still hoping.
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