An unwelcome threesome
Why you have to break up with your mental illness
5 min readAug 16, 2019
I think about our first date often. It was a warm summer evening and I sat across from you at the front table of a barcade. I told you stories. Your eyes were on fire the entire night. I could have read the technical manual for a 90s model copy machine but I know the light in your eyes wouldn’t have flickered, even for a moment.