If I reach that final chapter...................

It's comming out healthy.        I feel fine. I am better than giving up. I will face another day, live happy and free. ANd not complain that the wonderful Government decided to aford me a hundred dollars in Southern New Jersey about one hundred dollars a month. FOr one house.  WHy don't I just get a job? Find me one in a skill I have lady and you will see me starting a car to get there. Onlyl..................I was locked away for an accident. I was too young when I got sick at the age of 10. A teacher in gradeschool flipped over my desk from Lindwold number five one day, and said, "What a mess, this girl is a pig!!" I heard her say as I entered the room, when I saw what was happenning, I ran as  far away from a single person I could see untill I found it.I walked nine and a half miles as a ten year old running from the fear of public hummiliation for the rest of her life. Knowing she didn't ever teach anything again that year in that school. But I live. I survive.I cry, I feel I laugh, I loose, I win. We are better as a result of our mental illness. Because we are a hundred and twenty times tougher than the ones who can't stand up for themselves. There will be people made for it in the future with what I do now.