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.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
"You don't write because you are good in language or passionate," he says. "You write because at some point there's a calling and you are listening. I like to think that it's some sort of rebirth process."
- Latif Kamaluddin, in an interview featured in Penang Monthly March 2015
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