I am crazy. I tell this to people in my personal life. It’s not a secret. I figure there’s no point in trying to cover it up; it’ll come out eventually. I’m crazy. The approximately 20 scars on my forearms rather give away that something is amiss.
But people really don’t like the word “crazy”. In fact, most often, what people say to me is, “no, you’re not!”. Well, actually, I am. I have a mental illness, I’m bipolar and I’m crazy.
Sunflower,
Thank-you so much for the compliments. The fact that people identify with what I'm saying like you said you did is really why I do it. I'm trying to raise the bar on honesty so that others can point to the example and say, "yeah, that's what I feel. That's what I think".
So thanks. I think I'll KEEP GOING!
I just wanted to say your interview was so true and you said a lot of things that I've never admitted to myself, but found myself thinking "yeah…she's right…". It was almost difficult to listen to at times, to see your pain, to hear the truth, but I admire you incredibly for coming forward and bearing your soul to the world, putting a face to the world "bipolar", and hopefully trampling down this stigmitization we have of being two headed monsters. YOU GO GIRL! : )
Yeah, it's not so bad, it's just dealing with all the non-crazies that's annoying ;)
I am awaiting diagnosis and I already know I am crazy! You are not alone!