Adeline G

I am the sea and nobody owns me.

If you don’t understand mental illness, good. Good for you. You shouldn’t have to understand. 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 your never that desperate to feel something. If you don’t understand what would drive someone to keep starving themselves or purging despite everything they’ve lost in the process. Good. I hope you stay healthy and happy in your own body. If you don’t understand how someone can be so overwhelmed with anxiety to the point where they can barely function. Good. I hope you always feel confident. If you don’t understand how someone can go night after night with no sleep. Good. I hope you rest peacefully every night. If you don’t understand why someone won’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 can keep swallowing bottles of pills, tying knots in ropes or standing at the tops of bridges. Good. I hope your never that desperate for relief. If you don’t understand. Good. Your not supposed to. But under no circumstances does it mean you can judge. Because that’s just fucking sick.