I’m not crazy, I’m misunderstood
A friend of mine told me that by the end of 2020 everyone will have mental problems. I could see that happening. It’s been crazy the past couple of months. We’re just beginning the second half of the year, so I’d say we’re half crazy now. And when I say we, I mean you too.
So all the people who did psychology, psychiatry and wondered where they would get jobs, worry not. Your qualifications will just be the thing. Given that there are about 100 psychiatrists in Kenya , we’re going to need you.
All this crazy talk got me thinking. Its definition according to Your Dictionary means someone or something that is insane or not mentally sound. An idea that makes absolutely no sense. A person who is in a mental hospital and who is yelling, hallucinating and otherwise acting like they are insane.
Then I thought, I’ve had ideas that make no sense sometimes to others. You have too,I’m sure. Are you crazy, am I ? Or just people don’t understand us sometimes. There’s now way we can totally be in agreement in terms of thinking. Shouldn’t the Wright brothers have been imprisoned for thinking humans could fly?
No one’s crazy
I know but hear me out. I think no one’s crazy, just misunderstood. If some people are crazy then we all are. Let’s test that
- Have you ever had an idea that made no sense?
- Do you yell sometimes?
- Have you ever hallucinated?
If you check yes on two of those questions, shouldn’t you be called crazy? I’d say you are. Look at me acting like I studied psychology. Haha. Anyway now that I am acting, pretend I am one. Please answer the questions below.
- Are you at peace in your life?
- What do you think is the problem according to you?
- How does that problem make you feel?
- What do you think can make the problem better?
- Which words would you use to describe your current mood?
- What positive changes do you think you can make to live a happy life?
I don’t know what your answers are but I think it starts there. It being contentment, happiness, joy, whatever it is for you. Finding out what really bothers you every day. Knowing who you’ve never forgiven and why, even if it is yourself. Writing down your goals and braking them down slowly to achievable things. Crying when you need to. Laughing when you want to. Sharing what you think you should unload, to a person, a pet, a book, a wall; your safe space that is.
Finally, making that choice and following through. It’s what I do. I ask myself questions every day, answer them and pray or work up the strength to follow through. Do I think it’s wise if I leave now? No. Should I wait? Yes. Should I sleep now or later? Later. Why? I’ll still have 6 hours to sleep if I do. Being vocal and concrete with myself works for me.
You have have your questions, find out your answers. Put that worry aside, we’re all in this crazy bunch.