Mark Fisher was my friend. He was and I am disabled, only on the inside. I scored 96% on the depression test, and the psychiatrist said, “I can’t believe you made it this far,” aka in my life, alive.
The amount of negativity I’m receiving is an indication of how unacceptable mental illness still is. I will never stop speaking up for the importance of taking care of oneself.
The kind of disability we have/had requires pills, not wheelchairs. I am on the maximum dose of a drug called Wellbutrin. The pills have limits. Like everything else. One thing they do is, they make sure you don’t die.
I love Mark’s sentences. They’re amazing. I wrote him fan letters about them. We need more amazing sentences.
I yearn for more of Mark’s. What he wrote about Joy Division is utterly unsurpassable. I think about it a lot.
I yearn for more of Mark’s. What he wrote about Joy Division is utterly unsurpassable. I think about it a lot.