People who suffer with mental illness, in this case, lets say ‘bipolar disorder and/or borderline disorder’are, apart from all the tears, fears, loneliness and other horrors, only trying to find our pack.
It is my feeling, that we are like wolves, having been raised by lions.! We just don’t belong here.
We’ll think of a wonderful, exciting, over the top, crazy wonderful thing to do, but our ‘lion’ pack will look at us with crossed eyebrows, a bit of irritation and tell us to ‘calm down’. To ‘not be so silly’, or the worst ‘have you taken your meds today?’
Our wolf pack, where we actually belong, would’ve run with us, tumbled in the grass, laughed out loudly, and been as excited as we are!
The lions who have raised us, are simply not like us. They don’t think the way we do. They don’t…
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