Even the sanest people have moments of insanity.
I have them all the time. I'm flawed. Cracked. At one time, I was completely broken. I was, in short, Humpty Dumpty. I fell off the wall several times.
Nobody is perfect. I've never claimed to be. If anything, I'm really good at being able to remind people how screwed up I am. I take comfort in all of my insanity. My insanity is... my comfort blanket. It's all I have. I get to feel the twists and turns of emotions. When I'm sad it's hard to get out of bed. When I'm happy, I'm the sun itself.
I guess it's time for an admission... I'm Manic-Depressive.
I don't like being labeled. I don't like people recognizing my mood swings. Although, I do like to be acknowledged. I've spent my life stuggling to have an understanding of Me. I started writing because I don't have childhood memories. I was looking to have something jar my brain. I found something completely different. I found Me, present tense. I'm not a perfect person. I can not fix things that may or may not have happened as a child or teenager. All I can do at this point in my life is embrace my insane moments (like yesterday when I was super upset).
I don't want to change things. At times, I would love if certain things were different. But, change? I've decided that's a big no-no. I've learned a lot and that I do not take that for granted.
I'm moving into a BIG life... sanity or no sanity at all, I'm going to accomplish amazing things. Who's jumping on the ride with me?