Dear Friends: I Love You, But Stop Offering To Be My Therapist
When my friends tell me that they want to help, I totally understand what they are saying, and I love them for offering, but I kind of wish they wouldn't.
When my friends tell me that they want to help, I totally understand what they are saying, and I love them for offering, but I kind of wish they wouldn't.
I really am a delight -- but I am also damned hard to live with.
The question is not whether you know mental illness exists, but what you are going to do about it.