Mental Illness is like a marble cake. The yellow part of the cake is my present body, spirit, being, everything about me. The marble is an invading illness...somedays, chocolate feels like suicide.
I think it odd, now as I'm going through my portfolio, that I felt this about Lynn at a time when she had already planned to leave me and was cheating on me. Perhaps our bodies try to tell us things our minds won't allow us to comprehend. I respected her word, she came from a devout Christian family, I guess I should remember that even the best of people fall from Grace.
