First Lesson - day 5 / blogmas

Here's the first lesson i learned: people are not born crazy.  We have all been victims of this harsh reality one way or another, whether that incident is small or great.  Understanding the mind of the mentally ill makes you appreciate the little things, things you can easily take for granted in this reality.  Waking up, making breakfast, reading the paper, going for a morning jog.  These people cannot do that.  In fact, even though they may not look it, they are more in need of someone helping them through the day than that of someone physically disabled. 
The mentally ill comes across to people in all sorts of ways; it could be the girl laughing in a group of friends when inside she is questioning everything around her, and why things happen when they do, and whther she does deserve anything worthwhile.  Its the boy who is at home, working hard on his coursework, stays quietly to himself and on weekends works to earn his own money.  He thinks about the girl he lost, he thinks about why he is here.
We, as teenagers,unfortunately,all suffer from a mental illness, , its whether we can help each other to evolve into understanding the illness, only then and only then can we begin to pick up our lives.