It’s not that I am mentally ill, I’m just not mentally well.
That’s how Dr. Johanssen, Psy. D. encourages me. She pauses when I tell her that her office has two doors and that regardless of which one I enter, she is always in the same room. “Interesting,” she comments, and jots a few notes. “But when I leave here, I don’t know which world I will enter.” She puts her pen down and looks at the clock. When I exit, I turn back toward the doors. I’m holding my lunchbox and wave good-bye to my mother who doesn’t wave back.