I am not my Mental Illness

Our lives mirrored in nature.

Sally Gallagher
Nov 6, 2019 · 1 min read

The fog crept in this morning
turning everything grey.
Misty shadows
playing tricks on my mind.
The eerie silence,
the intense brightness,
a mist that can swallow
something whole.
But this condensation
is transitory,
and I can linger,
waiting for that
tiny whisper of wind.

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Sally Gallagher

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Teacher, writer, animal lover; curious about the world, passionate about the people I love.

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inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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