#my consolation

i sit by the porch with the grieve older than me, my niece calls out for me; she screams, throws things and the whole neighbourhood hears her unlike me who has held everything so close to her that sometimes it gets hard to breathe.

//You mean your laptop screen, or your icons? Because I think the icons look great.

The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. "Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does." They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted.