I changed. But more importantly, I saw people differently. I could see the guy screaming at a pedestrian crossing the road as a person just like me, who used anger as an escape instead of Portuguese peri peri chicken. Mental illness helped me have empathy for other people. I never had empathy before mental illness. All I cared about was my own survival.
Another brilliant piece Tim. I am trying so hard to make it on this platform. I can't stop. I won't stop. I will always try. Thank you for another heartfelt piece.