I Grew Up Knowing That I Had

Having Waited My Entire Life To Get An Award For Something, Anything...i Now Get Awards All The Time For Being Mentally Ill. It’s Better Than Being Bad At Being Insane, Right? How Tragic Would It Be To Be Runner-up For Bipolar Woman Of The Year?

It Creates Community When You Talk About Private Things And You Can Find Other People That Have The Same Things. Otherwise, I Don't Know, I Felt Very Lonely With Some Of The Issues That I Had Or History That I Had. And When I Shared About It, I Found That Others Had It, Too.

I Have A Mess In My Head Sometimes, And There's Something Very Satisfying About Putting It Into Words. Certainly It's Not Something That You're In Charge Of, Necessarily, But Writing About It, Putting It Into Your Words, Can Be A Very Powerful Experience.

You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets. Either It Comes Out Their Way Or My Way. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back. And I'm Funny About It.

I Am A Very Discreet Human When It Comes To Other People.