Breakdown of the System

The remedies we are offered with promise of healing make us sicker. We search for answers only to find more questions. Our quest for safety and understanding lands us in a place of stigma and hostility. Our friendships turn sour from our inability to coincide, and their inability for patience, to bear with us. We are clothed like regular people but our insides are brimmed with monsters, demons, complications. We are perpetual children; we can’t seem to grow up, to grow out. We attempt the perplexity of normalcy, but we look in the mirror every day and see what others cannot perceive. We are mysteries, consumed by the unseen, overwhelmed with the terrors of our own minds. We don’t understand ourselves. Can anyone help us? Will anyone try? They try to forget us, sweep us under the rug, alienate us. And we alienate as well, because we are conditioned to think that is what we deserve. We hurt before we can be hurt. We lose our ability to trust. We are amazing people, brilliant in our own ways. We see the world in brighter colors, louder sounds,  more frightening patterns. We fight our battles with the wrong weapons. We feel defeated. We lose our ground, our everything.

There has to be a better way.