The moment I think of us it rushes through my face the burning sensation of how warm your hands felt to the touch, why me, right?
Kiss me I'd say and he'd kissed me back.
Who is this I speak of? Matt. But he hated me now.
Sylvester was my friend, my lover and my partner. I was scared he'd leave to so I tried not to get too hooked.
I am Arianne. You would say people like me were ignored until it all was about mental health matters.
Mom worried a lot about me befalling my strength of being calm and me.
Yet what to do with all of this difference others described me. Yes, I need a doctor to say if I am good or not mentally. But I wanted to be a teacher in an English class for children. I love children and someday I'll have one, but still not now.
I wonder. Who am I if it wasn't for my schizophrenia and bipolar disorder being the center of my attention?
Would I be another person if no one would have detected it?
Wow. My life takes a toll on this.
I want to help people not feel alone on this journey. Where to start?
