I remember in 2011, when I finally accepted I was crazy. Like I had been crazy long before that, but it was not until that December that I realised. When you’re insane, you do not realise. I thought for years that I was special, that I understood things that nobody else did But I realise now that I didn’t understand anything Not even myself. It’s easier now, not better but easier. Because I’ve finally accepted that I am ******* crazy And that is the first step to avoid strait jackets