Tag Archives: mental illness

I know I have a soul, because I can feel its weight. It’s heavy, like a lead apron I can’t remove. Sometimes I fear suffocation. Sometimes I pray for it.

My heart is heavy and my soul enraged at the thought of beautiful children shot dead. The sentiments you have all heard these last days about the innocent, defenseless, children killed by a deranged man cause us all to question everything we thought we knew.

Where to begin with mental illness? I thought every adult at least knew a little about the problem and could relate in some way to the issue.

What separates us as people? I mean really separates us?