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.
Monday, November 23, 2015
There was a very haughty middle-aged man asking me many peculiar questions.
I thought he was rude.
After his purchase, as he walked away he said, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I'm sick."
I didn't say anything but smiled.
I wondered...
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