We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Security Breach

     Being diagnosed with a mental disorder feels very invasive. It's kinda of rude if you think about it. If you had gotten physically ill, it'll be something that happened to you. You can't see inside your body to be able to take any responsibility for gaining a physical ailment. When it is a mental case, you feel you have some sort of responsibility towards that malfunction.

      You're constantly dwelling in your head, in your thoughts, in your imagination and dreams. You may not always connect with your body. Maybe you don't like it or feel like it doesn't belong or fit you. However, your mind was always you and the place you felt safe. No one could touch your mind. It was personal and belonged only to you. With your mind you had control over which part of it you were going to open up to others and what stayed with you.

      When they say that your "safe place" has been breached, you wonder how did that happen? You've been there the whole time. You made sure to safeguard your thoughts and secrets. Protect it from those who may abuse it. But somehow an intruder came in. You try to find it and force it to confess its sins and then leave. You're frantic and desperate. Once you find it, it's the most perplex and unclear discovery. Because the thief that violated your secure dwelling was… you.

And now you don't know what to do.