The world isn’t really built around the introverts.
We are quiet; we are shy. We think deeply but our thoughts rarely make their way unscathed, to our mouths. By the time it is our turn to speak, we have broken out into a cold sweat and everything we intended to say has come stuttering and stumbling from a tongue that has suddenly grown two sizes and is impossible not to trip over.
The eagle is back in our neighbourhood again. My husband says she has surely been here all along but I could swear she disappeared during the coldest months of winter. Continue reading “Musings on the Eagle”
The thing about mental illness is that while it is slowly chipping away at your insides, you can look so normal. You may feel like you are spiralling out of control. You may wish you were dead. You may feel like you are falling apart; you may be certain that you are going crazy. But no one can tell. Not even you can tell by looking at the face staring back at you in the mirror. Continue reading “Portrait of a Burn-Out”