Monday, February 15, 2010

Mental illness is like a miscarriage

Everybody has one…  and nobody talks about it until you’ve had one yourself.

Okay, with mental illness, it’s not always themselves who have had it, but everybody I talk to these days has someone in their family who has dealt with it (or is still).  And nobody mentions it until I do.  Why?

The stories are all so similar to Eli’s… bright young people, by and large, in their early- to mid-twenties.  Usually post-university, but not always.  They usually survive, but not always.  Mental illness is more deadly than most people think.

I don’t know if any of this makes me feel better.  Is it okay that I find him just plain annoying most of the time??  Does that make me a worse person?  I am almost always kind… yet also almost always impatient as anything.

Today is a sleepy day.  I am simply not going to think about it anymore.

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