The Upside Of Down
Part 1: The Downside
Today isn’t a fair day: the clouds began to cry as the sun-set down for the night. I loomed in darkness, questioning my existence in an unjust world, a world that views me at face value and makes assumptions about my body—a world that refers to me as being psychotic and not stable in the mind. I’ll say that the world had abandoned me, left me, like a wrong turn. I’ll say that the reason I refuse to attend additional therapies with Mr. Eubanks, my childhood psychologist who fails to see my loss, is because he can’t understand my obsession with this beautiful model.
