Folks like me with mental illness have always been either put away out of sight in institutions by society or just overlooked even if we lived in the community next door to them. We have learned to walked through the world making as few waves as possible.
When I lived on the streets I tried to draw as little attention as possible to myself. I wanted help, but was afraid to to ask for it because I did not want anyone to know how sick I was.
As I have grown older I have found friends and a wife who understands my illnesss, but I still am fearful and mistrust the world.
I just moved to North Carolina. I have lived in this state before, but not in the town I now live in. I have gone to church the two Sundays I have been here and wonder what the people would think if they knew my past.
Will I ever be seen? Will I ever let anyone see me? Maybe I don't have the courage to be that open.
P. O. Box 778
Glen Alpine, NC 28628
