All the people in my life insist that things will get better. That if you just hold on and try to live life everything magically falls into place and you find this thing called joy.
The selfishness of these people astounds and hurts me. If you were to superimpose my mental condition over my body as a physical disability, I would qualify for physician assisted suicide. There is not one time in my life I didn’t carry this burden. It started indirectly in the womb, it was reinforced by parents and society, it was miss diagnosed by everyone that tried to help. Bleeding hearts gave me […]