There are times when I feel as though I am a perfectly normal teenage girl. There are other times, however, when I feel as though I am the mad hatter. There is no rhyme nor reason as to when these feelings will emerge. But they do.
When I feel as though I am the mad hatter, I know undoubtedly, that my mother will send me to my room as soon as I enter the house after school. I will eat dinner alone in my room, do my homework, and flip the channels until I fall asleep, often in my school clothes.
When I feel sane, that same mother will greet me with a hug, offer to help with my homework, invite me to set the table for dinner, and allow me to watch anything interesting on the family television. The times when I feel as though I am the mad hatter outnumber these times. I know there are other teenagers like me who are experiencing these same feelings of disconnect.
In a world in which being the mad hatter is deemed to be antisocial, the Lord God Almighty needs to know that the mad hatters in his kingdom are always in need of love. They always need a caring touch, a kissed ear, a whispered word of hope.
Tacoma, Washington, USA