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.