A mile in my shoes Unless you walk in my shoes you may never know if I really am your friend or foe. Please do not judge me through your sun bleached eyes. To presume my failures or my demise. My struggles and my weird little kinks, or my successes and my heroic bits. A broken arm or cut can be fixed, with plaster and a little stitch. But Mental Illness it isn’t a crime, just a condition a state of mind. For I need your support and your love, your quite moments and your hugs. I have learnt the best medication comes from the not harsh comments or pressures from you thinking you might catch a disease. To call it a disease is really unfair, just as damaging as ignorance or your stares. Yes Mental illness it isn’t a crime, but a sentence inside my mind. So friend how on earth can I criticise you. UNTIL YOU WALK A MILE WITHIN MY SHOES.
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