Literature
Schizophrenia
Dear Mommy,
How are you today? It's quite lovely outside today. Doctor says I should write you because it's good for me. I told him I wasn't so sure. I don't know what to talk about I say, and he just replies your mother needs to know how you feel. I ask him why he doesn't do it himself, but he says it'll help me with reality. I still don't get it, but it's okay though. Anna comes to visit still, though not every day like she used to. I like to show her how tall I've gotten, and then sometimes maybe I poke fun at her, but she's all right with it all the same. Anna says she's not mad at you anymore for making me come here. She says