I have encountered a very special woman to me, about a year ago. She suffered from schizophrenia, which was very evident. When she would have her good days, she was able to function like the rest of us. When she had her bad days, nothing would even register in her mind. It’s been a year and I still think about her off and on. How a sweet middle aged woman has such a disease that turns her mind around without her control. We bonded and had light conversations. But the next day when I saw she wasn’t in a good place, I was heartbroken. Why was she born with this? Why did it have to be her? These are questions that cannot and will not be answered. Honouring mental health month I would like to dedicate this post to her. She won’t see this, but she has left a mark in my heart. I hope you have the courage to honour someone as well.