if you don't understand mental illness, good.
good for you. you shouldn't have to understand.
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 every 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 someone
to keep starving themselves despite everything they've
lost in the proccess, good. i hope you stay healthy and
present and real. if you don't understand why they
won't
just go to church or rehab or find someone who can
help, 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
tops
pf bridges, good. i hope you're never that deserate for
relief.
if you don't understand, good.
you're not supposed to.
it's all f.cking sick.
thank god for ignorance, it's healthy.
and god bless those who do understand.