The reality of mental illness is not beautiful. The reality, is horrible. It’s blood everywhere, Panic attacks in the middle of town. Seeing and hearing things. Not knowing what’s real, Doubting the existence of family and friends and worst of all yourself. It’s screaming inside. Doctors appointments, medication, side effects. Becoming an adult way before you’re 18. It’s A+E and overdoses and pain. There’s so much God damned pain. But do you know what is beautiful? When you take everything you’ve got to fight back. You don’t always have to be 100% ok. As long as you get back up and fight back. That is beautiful.
The moment of impact. The moment of impact proves potential for change. Has ripples effects far beyond what we can predict. Sending some particles crashing together. Making them closer than before. While sending others spinning off into great ventures. Landing them where you’ve never thought you’ve found them. That’s the thing about moments like these. You can’t, no matter how hard you try, controlling how it’s gonna affect you. You just gotta let the colliding part goes where they may. And wait. For the next collision.
And in that moment, I swear—we were all fucking gay.