Being crazy can be difficult. Self-identifying as "crazy" can get you into even more trouble. I mean, what kind of crazy? Depressive? Bipolar? Schizophrenic? Disassociative? Psychotic?
Crazy is fashionable. Crazy gets people out of all sorts of things. But what about when you really have a mental health issue? When you're really unwell, or, at least, when I am, I shut down. I don't talk to anyone. I don't go anywhere outside of my safety zone. I can't read. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't think straight. Telling someone about my ailment is scary. It's dangerous. It causes all sorts of problems for me. So many people pass judgement.
I'm currently at the beginning of my fourth drug regimen for my disease. It's getting to me. I understand that we need to keep trying things until we find what works for me, but the side effects are really starting to make me feel helpless.
What do you do when the cure is worse than the disease?
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