Stop Telling Me I’m Not Crazy — I’ve Been Crazy for Years
I have dealt with some kind of mood issue since I was a kid. It wasn’t severe back then — it didn’t get severe until I was in my 30’s — but I’m very practiced at being crazy. Or, to be more specific, I’ve practiced, practiced, and practiced, blending in with everyone else. I’ve practiced fitting in with the humans for years.
I know; people with mental illness are “just like everyone else.” I know. Only we’re not. We’re very, very not. We live in altered states of consciousness. We live in states of consciousness with which you have no experience and can’t understand. You don’t know what it is to watch your brain go absolutely bonkers and know there is nothing you can do about it. This is your crazy brain. (This is often your brain off drugs, ironically.)
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