Mental illness is one of the most frightening things that can happen to a human being. It's like fighting an invisible war. Not imaginary -- invisible. It's there, but no one can see it, but the person fighting it feels every inch of it. And hopefully, others will believe it exists. When our organs have something wrong with them, like our hearts, livers or bones, there is a pretty tangible effect for those around us to witness. But we can, for the most part, still function. When the organ afflicted is the brain, however, the organ running the show, deciding how we act, react, communicate, socialize, etc., it's just...different. There are no open wounds, bruises, swelling, anything other people can see. How do they know it's not fake?
*For the words that I don't know how to say. Thank you for breaking down what I'm feeling. It's one more step for me. And I'm hoping that it's a step that I don't trip on.
*For the words that I don't know how to say. Thank you for breaking down what I'm feeling. It's one more step for me. And I'm hoping that it's a step that I don't trip on.
Current Location: In the dark forests of my own mind.
Current Mood:
depressed
Current Music: silence is enough for me.
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