Finding friends with the same mental disorder is priceless; So goes the old adage. Come to think of it, it is not very far from the truth. When you are surrounded by people who smile and frown at the things that you also would, it makes life a little more bearable. This is why, a famous writer once wrote’ good times and crazy friends make the best memories. It’s the times that you spend with your equally crazy friends that you remember the most. This is because to you, these are the only times that you are truly happy.
I know for a fact that people living with bipolar mood disorder are often called crazy. Well, it’s hard to keep away from the label when you get so depressed one moment that you want no one and nothing near you, and you are in such a mania that you attract a lot of attention to you, the next. What is even funnier, is that in these episodes of depression and mania, I am often not aware of my actions and how I look and sound to other people. If this is why I am called crazy, then rest assured, I love my crazy!
I love my crazy because it makes me feel free. I get more freedom of speech when I am in either episodes. When I am depressed, I often remember something someone said to me, which did not sit very well with me. I reach for my phone and say all the words that I had restrained myself from saying, on the said say. Sometimes it is the mania. I get so manic, I pick up the phone or drive to a place where I had restrained myself to go in the first place. To on lookers, this is crazy. It seems crazy because I seem to be upset by something that has already passed or too excited about something that did not seem to excite me at first.
I once stormed into a former boss’s office and started talking. I would not stop talking and tell him what I think about him, his wife and his kids. I would not have such courage on a normal day, mind you- I had already left his employ, so whatever I said did not matter very much anyway. When I was admitted at the mental wellness clinic, my roomie told me that she had done the same thing. In her case though, she had stormed the boss’s office while she was still employed by him. She started shouting her lungs off. When she was asked by the boss to leave, she felt that she was not being heard. So, the boss called security.
In an attempt to evade the security officers, she jumped on top of the boss’s desk and continued to yell. As the officers tried to grab her, she felt the need to go to higher ground, so she jumped to the top of the filing cabinet. Does this scene seem crazy to you? To us, the people living with the extreme mood swings mental disorder, everything is fine while we do it. To on-lookers, I understand we seem crazy. We all know what to do when life gives you lemons; Find someone who's life gave them vodka and have a blast!
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