people's ignorance towards mental illness....soon to come....but for now, a wonderful Emily Dickinson poem that I love.

I measure every grief I meet
with analytical eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

-Emily Dickinson