"When an organ in your body is ill you will receive sympathy, but when your brain is ill and you suffer a mental illness, people get awkward"
Wednesday 8 August 2012
My Mother
The place where my Mother sits. Where she sits and smokes, drinks tea and thinks. Where she dozes and chats on the phone. Where she watches television and knits jumpers and dresses. Where she is herself. Where she is my Mother.
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