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