Ignorance is bliss, and I am not ignorant not in any sense. I have seen,heard,felt,tasted, and smelled death and despair. I have grasped on to desperation and I have fallen in love with grief I know and understand tragedy I know and understand pain anxiety, depression and disappointment. I am too kind and I am too trusting but I am not ignorant.
And ignorance is bliss.
The other day some friends argued with me about mental illness...the glamourization and the special treatment people receive. They believed that mental illness could not affect your ability to function and work. I have never felt so disappointed in anyone's ignorance