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, December 07, 2015
There's something therapeutic about watching clothes being washed in the machine or being hung to dry...
It's like washing away our troubles for the day and letting nature or the higher being take care of the rest.
This photo was taken in front of the bookstore- this is a popular place for the homeless to hang their clothes to dry.
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