a couple years ago (maybe 2008/2009) i had a conversation with someone who told me they could never think about life with a mental illness.. they've never experienced, and they never want to- which got me to write a poem about how diffrent life may be for someone " normal"- i don't have it on me, but could probably find it if i saved it somewhere.. i'm not sure.

but i don't think life is as difficult for the normal person- a lot of normal people tend to enjoy life more, and have a lot more going for them

as a side note: i've been MI since about 9 too, and if i had a choice.. i wouldn't have it any other way.... while i hate it- the ups and downs, the voices, etc etc... you know how it goes, if it was all taken away from me.. i wouldn't know how to live- and where to start. well, i don't now.. but what i'm trying to say is that the mental illness makes me who i am in a way