No One Believes Me: A Diary

Durmush writes in London with constant demons on her heels she is recovering from stress related exhaustion and the diary reflects this time in her life. Property is explored is it valid to have property when you are suffering from mental illness? Should people who are vulnerable have anything but what they are given? Why should they be given property by their families why should mad people own things? Madness is an illness and ill people need property more than anyone else. Would you throw a pensioner to the work house because they have no energy to clean their houses? What right do you have to judge this? Who gives you the right to hold such black and white opinions? Why shouldn't sick people have the same rights as everybody else? The diary progresses and one is not answered, the questions are all left in the air but assuming it can be answered it is up to the public to understand that existing is not living that we all need to have things. Durmush is very dark but she realises her limitations she can't be in two places at the same time and she holds the view neither can anyone else.