I take care of military families. Their sacrifices are very real.
Colds, ulcers, flu, and cancer are things we get. Schizophrenia is something we are.
We're here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.
None of us are entirely well, and none of us are irrecoverably sick.
Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art, you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.
Most adults have forgotten what they had to do to survive childhood.