At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
I’m not good at putting on makeup, so I never wear makeup. I normally stay in my pajamas forever.
”I don’t think we’re going to stop until we get rid of the stigma for mental illness — I know David won’t. I hope that this helps. It’s so bizarre that in this world if you have asthma you take asthma medicine. If you have diabetes you take diabetes medicine. But as soon as you have to take medication for your mind there’s such a stigma behind it.”