Monday, June 4, 2012

"Crazy"

I hate this word, yet I use it to describe myself, and the things I do. The thing I think, the things  I do, The lies I tell myself, the things that click...I often feel like "a crazy person" I have gone to treatment in a pysch ward and fit right in...which proves I am crazy...But one thing, the other girls I was with in the center, who I fitted in with, I wouldn't say they were crazy, They were simply girls who struggled with self destructive behaviors. They were sick with mental illnesses. They were no crazy. Everyone has something they have to deal with, what makes one problem a crazy person and not the next person?

I am pretty sure my entire family considers me crazy. The things I have done with food, surely that would be proof that  I am. I have done some pretty crazy things...But doing something doesnt make you. it doesnt define you. I am not crazy. I have a disease. It makes me do crazy things but I am not crazy. I am sick. There is a difference!!!

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