Mental Illnesses work like a magnifying glass
They say it does that because of the hormones:
Serotonin and Noradrenalin and Dopamine
Everything is magnified; Everything that shouldn’t be
Pain, magnified; sorrow, magnified; hatred, magnified; rage, magnified; betrayal, magnified; anxiety, magnified;
But most of all, despair, magnified.
It’s not just in my head anymore, it’s in my body.
Let me tell you how:
Pain burns in my abdomen like a third degree burn;
Sorrow feels like a pit of doom, but it’s all in my stomach;
Hatred burns my chest like I’ve inhaled a deadly gas;
Rage makes my hands shake like I’m incapable of controlling my own limbs;
Betrayal burns my eyes and collapses my knees;
Despair makes me cry and my throat dry and parched (I tried drinking lots of water, but that didn’t work)
I can’t swallow or speak when I’m in despair
And with the anxiety, my fingers bleed (Not on their own accord, of course. I chew my nails and pull my skin away, bit by bit)
So much for it being only a “mental” illness; I feel far too much in my body
(P.S: I’m not crazy. I’m normal. And I found my friends, they’re in my head)
I could be the next Sylvia Plath, or the next Lisbeth Salander, or the next Amy Dunne.
But I could also be the new me.
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