So my mother now officially has a schizophrenic daughter. Some view this diagnosis as a death sentence : ie, your life is a living death until you succumb to your own despair and end it all. I am not that brave and my inner Catholic does not wish to relinquish her immortal soul. Besides there is no way to commit suicide without causing grievous harm to those around me. And my inner Catholic claims that I am here for a purpose. ‘You may feel as though you don’t belong but the fact is that you are here and however you got here you must make the most of it.’. My inner Catholic is a sensible old soul. She, unlike many nuns, wears the full regalia: habit and veil, her hair is never uncovered in public. I guess its easy to follow the rules to the letter if you are an imaginary nun existing in someone else’s head and don’t have to bother with practicalities like the weather. Even making a vow of poverty is easy for her because she is imaginary and thus does not need to eat.
Remember this: The darkest night always surrenders to the Dawn.
Are all mentalists also untermenschen?
Tags: Catholicism, mentalism, psychiatry, schizoaffective disorder
So Sick of Drowning 