Tag: alex-ridgemont, mental-illness, schizophrenia

Believing something existed and then finding out it didn’t was like reaching the top of the stairs and thinking there was one more step.

I didn’t have the luxury of taking reality for granted. And I wouldn’t say I hated people who did, because that’s just about everyone. I didn’t hate them. They didn’t live in my world. But that never stopped me from wishing I lived in theirs.