If you don't
understand mental illness, good. Good for you. You shouldn't
have to. If you don't
understand why some people can't get out of bed in the
morning, good. I hope you jump out of bed ever single day; ready
to take the world by storm. If you don't
understand how someone could drag a blade across their skin,
good. I hope you're never that desperate to feel
something. If you don't
understand what would drive a girl to keep starving herself
despite everything she's lost in the process, good. Stay
heavy & present & real.
If you don't
understand why he won't just go to church or rehab or find
someone who can help him, good. I hope you always have somewhere
to turn. If you don't
understand how someone can keep swallowing bottles of pills,
tying knots in ropes, or standing at the top of a bridge, good. I
hope you never feel that desperate for
relief. If you don't
understand, good. You're not supposed to. It's all
f.ucking sick. Thank God for ignorance,
it's
healthy.
