People think there’s something wrong with her. So maybe she’s a little different. Maybe she’s a little uptight. It could be a defense mechanism, or it’s just within her nature. That alone isn’t reason to ostracize her. I don’t get it. It’s not right the way some people treat her. She doesn’t need any help. You wouldn’t throw her in an asylum. Hell, she’s my asylum. When I can’t handle life, when I ache enough to spill tears, who do you think I go to?

She doesn’t need medication. She has enough on her plate as it is. You know that feeling when you’ve eaten too much, when you’re bloated and it hurts to move? I think that’s how she feels sometimes. Sluggish. In pain. And it’s never her fault. She didn’t choose to cram a pie down her throat or anything. No, it’s the people around her who shove around this idea that she doesn’t belong.

When you miss a step on the stairs and your stomach sinks, that sensation, imagine feeling it every so often because the world around you is a nightmare. What can a few pills in hand do to fix that? What can a degree and a clipboard of questions do to fix that? What can you do to fix that?

And you know what she says? She tells me to stand down. She’s more concerned about you than herself. So tell me. Who’s at fault here?