I’ve been labeled as crazy, mostly by people who only know half of half of my story. It’s fine, they can think that. But in addition to crazy, I am: lovable, sweet, sassy, funny, sexy, strong, giving, compassionate, skilled, determined, calm in emergency situations, witty, sarcastic, flexible, hopeful, and creative. I think we all need to be a bit crazy, to completely “own” our crazy. Being “crazy” means there’s been few times in my life when I say “I wonder what would have happened if…” I take chances, stand up for what I believe in and am not afraid to piss people off. If that’s crazy, that’s fine. I’d rather be true to myself than fit someone’s ill-defined notion of “sane”. To me, it really says a lot if someone condemns another due to an actual circumstance of mental illness-a whole lot of nothing good.
A little empathy and looking inside ourselves would make this world (and being a woman) so much better. Ok, off my soapbox now.