Saturday, August 16, 2014


This is it. I'll let the cancer win. I can't do this anymore. The pain. The torture. Barely being able to sit up every morning without the room spinning. Needing assistance to go to the bathroom. Spending more time in the hospital than in my house. This cancer has eaten away at so many of my organs, it's just a matter of time before it takes over. Whether it happens now or in a couple years does it really make much of a difference? I won't have much of life either way. The cancer is going to kill me before I can kill it. I might as well just let it take me know, and spend my last days at home, at least slightly enjoying myself.
Now most people would see this character as a strong individual, who has had a tough life and wants to die with some dignity. They have been a fighter and in pain for too long.
Reread this text, but switch the word cancer for bulimia, or depression, anxiety, anorexia or any other mental illness. Does your perspective on the person's character change? It shouldn't. Mental illness isn't a choice. It's a disease.


No comments:

Post a Comment