We all know someone who has done something that we cannot fathom. They have done something that makes no sense to us. They have done something that has hurt someone, hurt the community, hurt society. They have done something that makes us believe something truly must be wrong with them.
They have murdered, assaulted, stalked, abused, raped, terrorized and many other things that make us horrified that such humans can exist.
We call them crazy, psycho, freak, insane, nuts, fucked up, monster, messed up and so on.
I have been called these names and more yet I have never done any of the things we usually associate “craziness” with. I have never murdered, I have never abused, I have never intentionally caused anyone pain!
All I had to do to earn these labels was be diagnosed with a mental illness.
I woke up “crazy”.
I went to school a “psycho”.
I hung out with friends as a “freak”.
I watched a movie with my family as “insane”.
I cried as “nuts”.
I laughed as “fucked up”.
I coped as a “monster”.
I tried to live as “messed up”.
That’s not fair!