For many years,
I was diagnosed with schizophrenia,
I imagined that people can read my mind,
can hear me talking,
can see me high and low,
I was poor, I was stripped off.
I thought I had no dignity at all.
Then this morning in the shower,
A wechat’s post from an interesting lady about dignity floating in my mind.
She said: It doesn’t exist.
I agreed with that, and
I kept on enjoying the shower,
but my heart was exclaiming to her and him: Thank you~~~.