ThereseCat

She was beautiful. The type of beauty you felt rather than saw. She smiled at the stars and swore they smiled back. She found science jokes funny and saw romance in the laws of physics. She sang under her breath while walking down the street and felt every word. She played the piano, her fingers dancing over keys of black and white, creating shades of grey. And it was beautiful. And she was beautiful. And you listened, you remembered, all in the hope that maybe, one day, you would feel it the same way she did.

I think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ect needs a lot of understanding. Do not discriminate. They are not dangerous. Not even have to avoid them. They are people with a problem that requires medication You have to feel compassion for the mentally ill Nobody is to blame for being mentally ill Of course we must not isolate them.