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Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver

Message of Love.

I keep having this reoccurring vision my mind tries to prepare for,

Obviously a dreamlike one that my dad will somehow know where I am

And knock on the door to see me first and explain everything was a mistake.

There was a reason he had to ‘fake’ everything.

I nearly pass out, cry, and start screaming at him!

Getting upset then about an hour later I am so happy,

filled with joy and realize that all of my pain seemed to go away.

It wasn’t there anymore and I am ecstatic because he isn't gone after all,

the best part about it all is he gets too meet Randall.

Later, He goes and embraces my mother again she becomes herself again

And my brother becomes the man I’d hoped he be, all things somehow get better.

Yeah, just a silly dream.   

So long since I’ve had you near.

Roses never fade.

-Sarah 

Modern Myth

Are we really happy or is it all a myth? How do we trick ourselves into being happy?How do we trick ourselves into believing that there will be a good outcome out of a bad one?

For most people that is the question. For a long time now I've been so comforted by my sadness that the idea of happiness is very much full of fear. There's always a chance things get shaky. I believe it's my job as a faithful believer to follow his will. He didn't put me in this path if it weren't for good reason.

If I had to learn anything from my father's passing it was most defiantly that life can change in an instant. I guess that's why I was so afraid of moving on, Why I was so afraid of living.