If you don't understand mental
illness, good. Good for
you.
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 process, good. I hope you stay healthy &
present & real.
If you don't understand why someone can't just go
to church or rehab or find someone who can help them, good.
I hope you always have somewhere to turn.
If you don't understand how someone could continue
swallowing pills, tying knots in ropes or standing atop
bridges, good. I hope you're never that desperate for
relief.
If you don't understand, good. You aren't supposed
to.
It's all sick. Thank God for ignorance, it's
healthy.