Sunday, February 7, 2016

Room 121

That's exactly what it was room 121. 

It isn't my favorite room number, but I hope it will become one that changes the course of my life. 

Mental illness isn't something people talk about because they don't know how to react. The doctor said, it isn't like a broken leg. People can SEE that, they ask what happened, if you are doing ok. When  something inside your mind snaps, no one can see it. No one really wants to know the reason you had a break. No one wants to see it. 

I am broken. I'm rebuilding. It is ok to ask me how I am. It is ok to ask if I need anything. Don't be surprised if I say I'm fine and I don't need anything. Don't be surprised if I say I'm not fine, and I just need space, a shoulder to cry on, or a cup of tea. 

I may be broken, but I'm not totaled. I'm still here. I am salvageable. 

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