Siblings of an Addict: Separate, Save, or Struggle
I wondered who you might miss seeing if you were always looking.
It’s not what I’d call a full workout. It’s not enough to break a sweat. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s more than zero.
We wouldn’t judge someone for telling us that they have diabetes or any other long-term chronic illness. Why do we not acknowledge the life-long suffering of people whose brains are attempting to eat away every single bit of them?
We tell them it is not real, to get over it. If they could, why would they choose to tell us about it, even though they know how they are going to be seen?