The ones with the twisted sense of humour. The ones with compassion so deep, tears are shed at the expense of others hardships. The ones with a different sort of intelligence; one that is both street smart and intellectual, merged into one. The ones who are creative beyond words. The ones who have fought our battles and emerged from the ashes stronger than ever before. The ones whose hearts have broken over and over again, but continuously mended them back together. The ones who thrive. The ones who fall. The ones who fly. The ones who dream.
This is who we are. The mentally ill ones. We can accomplish anything, for we have fought one of the hardest battles of all already. We have danced with the devils and prevailed.