I always imagined that the 10% lunatic fringe included sociopaths and people wearing underwear on the outside of their jeans, sitting on steps chattering about nothing recognizable. but she works each day. the strength it takes to keep it clear is beyond what most can know, and when they try to understand, it's a well-meaning be grateful, pick yourself up (don't you recall that she used to have that talent?), a smile little girl. but she works hard each moment to breathe. there is a decision in the simple things like swinging her feet outside of the sheets to touch ground, like pressing the green button when a call comes blaring, like refraining from doing a thing that would make her body feel pain and, hopefully, relieve the pressure of this great lunatic war she's in.