Have you ever got the feeling
when you’re interacting with someone –
Trying to listen to what they say,
but you’re spaced out in a daze –
Like your mental projection
suffers from a cataract haze?
That’s what mental illness is like for me at times:
Depression; Anxiety; Brain Fog; Slow Processing, Forgetfulness…
A scratchy, opaque dragon scale
that covers my thoughts
and it’s a battle to break through.
Maybe it’s self-absorption?
Where conversation is littered with a dusty mind filter -
“How is this going to affect me?”
I can’t control it though, at least, I don’t think so.
Is it purely selfishness, or something else entirely?
It’s not an excuse.
Trying to explain it must make me sound crazy.
How do you separate the illness from the character flaws?
I have both.
Where is the healing line
between psychotherapy and social skills (or lack thereof)?
It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy.
It likely changes your opinion of me
to read it, see it.
I’m messy. I don’t have it all together.
© Mark Bryant 19 May 2019
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