Charlie Brown

Walking Barefoot

The wind gusts as it tries to sweep me off my feet, like loose leaves on a crisp fall day. A tree more barren to it’s soul with each leaf that floats into the atmosphere, I weep. I sob. And I do everything related to my mental disorders in hiding. Sometimes all we have are the sunglasses we wear at night. Or maybe you’re like me and it was great when your parents bought you those things but you’re all grown up and realizing you can’t afford those sunglasses anymore. Either way we find our ways to survive. Here I was; plagued by mental illness and feeling all alone. Almost like Linus in Charlie Brown I’ve always got the rain cloud. Instead of having a blanket I wear sweatshirts and instead of sucking my thumb I bring a bottle of water everywhere I go. The disorders can make you feel…

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