So I’m crazy right?
Yes, I say that most of the time sarcastically, but sometimes?
My thoughts are crazy.
Not shocking as I have a psychiatrist on call, but here’s the thing.
When I say this term to my family? He’s like: you need to stop saying that. You’re not crazy.
Umm, so it’s normal to think that while you are at the park with your kids and someones driving by slowly in their car; that they’re gonna do a drive by shooting.
So it’s normal to think that people in my neighborhood stalk my family & know when I’m home alone at night…and want to do something to us.
That’s not crazy right? Everyone thinks like that.
I really am crazy, granted most of the time it’s crazy awesome. But when will they accept I have issues?