Mental illness
The miss understood.
Misunderstood that’s what they are. A family member is acting up. We assume that they just wants attention. Oh, they are the difficult ones. That what most say. Have an attitude problem. What else rebellious?Those are just some of the thoughts that comes to mind . Why? It is because we don’t understand. We have the close mind attitude. Or we just don’t have the energy to deal with their tantrums. They are hurting. They don’t know them selves that they are in a situation. That they are sick. That they need help. They are alone in this ugly world. All they can think of is why? Why is my family not caring about the way I feel. No body understands me. They are shunned away. They are ignored. The reality is, they are suffering. With mental illness. Not their fault. We are all at fault. They are misunderstood . They are mostly alone! By: Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/22/2020
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I look around oh! ,what I see. If I really look I see nothing but beauty. It’s all around us but we don’t see. It’s in the flowers when they first bloom. It’s in the sky with clusters of clouds. It’s on the birds that fly above. Even the rain is beautiful to watch, to hear the sound in every drop. The deep blue sea that hold a lot of mystery’s is magic in it self oh! what a beauty. The creation of humans a gift from god , capable to love and be love. The new born babies when they first see the light . With a mothers unconditional love starts. Our world is a beauty if you only try to see. It’s not all ugliness as you can see... By : Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/22/2020
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