In order to define crazy, you have to actually experience crazy. To feel your entire existence dissolve around you and be replaced by the icy cold of uncertainty only skims the surface of this unbearable reality that thousands of people face each day. People like me.
As I lie awake, counting the dimples in the stark white tile of the ceiling above me, I am numbed by the unrelenting battle of chaos in my mind. The doctors tell me that my mental state is not within the realms of "normal". But what is normal? Is wakening each morning to a lonely house, spending an un-godly amount of time at a job I hate, getting paid half what I'm worth, fighting with my ex-husband over a child I never see, and pretending to like it considered normal? No thank you! …
