The Battle Cas Reeves 2013 Don’t ask me to tell you the truth. There are too many truths to tell. It’s not that I’m lying, I promise I’m trying, The tears I am crying, The feeling I’m dying, All are as true as I can. You ask a question But I have no answer, Not one, maybe 10 or 102? But nothing I’m sure is true. I smile and try to be kind, I pretend I’m not losing my mind, But the harder I try The more that I find I twist myself up in a bind. I promise I try to be good, I do as I know that I should, If I could do better, I would. My brain and my heart are not friends. My spirit and soul are at war. I wave a white flag and call truce, Both smile and battle some more.
The internal battle has been raging within me all my life. I thought everyone was in a similar struggle. It was such a relief when I was diagnosed to know that my experience was not normal. Please, if you think someone has a mental illness, find a way to say so. I needed help; I was never going to win this battle on my own no matter how much I prayed or clung to God. A mental illness is an illness, and it needs treatment.
Cheryl Reeves Writing - from my shelves of journals 
Thank you so much for sharing with me I would love to have a coffee with you and my sister Joy when the border is open
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