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.