Mental illness is neither romantic nor quirky nor fun. Its sufferers are battling silently in their head everyday. Don’t be surprised when you consciously choose to befriend or date someone with mental illness and they show their symptoms, because recovery isn’t linear.
Every twenty eight days are a curse,
Yet I wonder why at their first arrival
they are celebrated as a girl’s ingress into the real world?
The blood I shed is a mark of coming of age
Yet after the first time it is treated as a bane…
The entire premise of the “two gender debate” is to limit people, their self expression, their choices, and to limit their right to self determine.