The Bubble

How I See My Mental Health and the Mental Health of Others: We live in a bubble each, our reality, that we casually crash into other bubbles that others live in. In these collisions, bits are transferred and visa-versa until we can no longer tell our effervescence from someone else’s. Only when we rest, sleep, or are alone does our bubble regenerate and repair itself for the coming of the next battle. Still, most can never repair the tears in their bubble, unable to escape the illusions trapped inside it, making it hard to recognize their truth from someone else’s. Furthermore, our lives stream through time on a rubberband that, in the hands of the unseen friend, is twisted and turned to and fro, sometimes touching and transferring non-linear fragments that conflict with our bubble’s operation, timeline, and repair. Emotional discord results and the world views us as subnormal and defective. But I say it is a gift to be used, to look upon others, see their struggles, pain, and helplessness, and provide comfort that others will never understand. Only the damaged can cure the disrepaired, if only it is their bubble, and only for a moment.