In Chapter 4, we hear from K, in a frank and heartfelt poem written during a bad flare up of her chronic pain condition.
To strong girls; may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.
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Mental illness does not care who you are. It does not care whether you are a naturally bubbly person, or a pessimist. It doesn’t care if you are a loner, or surround yourself by friends at every given moment. It doesn’t care if you are in love. It doesn’t care if you are a high flyer. Mental illness is a predator, searching for your weak spots and exploiting them.