Give me the raw materials; the black holes, The cold floors and confusion of needles-as-thoughts That make me feel myself, Over any stupefying potions That would turn me into someone else. ― Frieda Hughes Advertisements
Okay. I’m not really allowed to say what I’m about to say. In public, we people who are mentally ill are supposed to hang our heads and only speak of our challenges as things we want “fixed” for fear of folks accusing us of “glamorizing” our condition. We’re supposed to declare that our way of… Read More Why the World Needs The Mentally Different
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. – Chuck Palahniuk and i admit it freely.