Don’t most people suffer, fearing their deaths
and to be seen as having mental struggles.
I attended a film produced by mentally ill young
adults to honor the humanity of my own experiences,
stepping away from the shame is the only solution.
Today I attended a birthday party of a woman who
was there for me, to sing me to sleep when chemo
coursed through my brain. Her condition never
goes away. The other guests were all brain damaged
and schizophrenic and joyful and very entertaining.
Others that have their facades and perfections make
me feel so much more uncomfortable. What is a label?