A short story, inspired by Vincent van Gogh.
When I tell people I have Fibromyalgia a lot of people stare blankly, or go “I’m so sorry” or, “I can’t even imagine” – sometimes it’s a combination of all three. Of course, it’s pretty difficult to understand what it’s like to have something you don’t have. I’m hoping that, after reading this, you’ll empathise somewhat.
I don’t want to.
Don’t write for money. You’ll fail.
Give your mind a break. Just as our bodies need sleep to function properly, as do our brains – so let your brain rest.
Task: go to a location and write what you observe.
The last thing we as a society need to do is lessen the brutality of mental illness. Particularly suicidal thoughts.
We all know what Vincent Van Gogh’s artwork looks like, but do we know the stories behind the paint?