 the reality of life and still love life for what it is. That's how I feel. I feel like I've seen the monsters of the world and I still love the world even harder because I know there is so much still goodness to push for. Partly the reason why I think I got so unwell was nobody ever told me. Why was I learning about algebra and compasses at school? I've never once needed that thing in my adult life. But I wish somebody had told me about mental illness, what it looks like, but also how to ask for help.