Mental Health Awareness Week – shame

“These things do not happen” the look on her face said clearly.

“Decent, normal, respectable, ordinary, NORMAL” people don’t have that. EVER.
Her face did say.
Her eyes did say.

Her mouth was quiet.
Awkwardly quiet.

What to say.

To an old friend.
To an ex-friend.

I never again saw her.

I was tainted, dirty, maybe contageous.

NORMAL, good people don’t get a depression and forget how to leave their room.

Only sick, dirty people.

And these we don’t know.

And never knew.

We don’t even see.

The pain.

© AngelikaJahn 2013





About blue

I am a divorced single mum to a teenage kid, and at present re-emigrating to my homecountry Germany. Writing helps me to clear my thoughts, but as well to turn sadness, fear, and regret into something beautiful and release it from my heart.
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