Forked Thought

Answer me this:

Which is worse? Having a mental illness tied down but still barking and snapping in your mind?

Or living with a person with a mental illness running rampant and loose and cruel?

The fact that the latter has overrun the former for me is a sad, sad state of affairs… And I loathe it with a contempt that is nearly comical in its fever.

And see? It’s made me all wordy and morose.

Pardon today’s blog. I plan to gouge it out of my memory with fingernails and forks.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe