Yes, I know what you mean: I am not your typical person with BP either (SZA/BP but still). In most support groups I relate with much of the mood instability stuff but I am always seen as "really crazy". To be honest, that breaks my heart.

I've never felt like people really understood me. I now have found friends that are all mad or borderline mad and I am better at expressing myself, but I used to keep myself mute because people wouldn't understand much or anything of what I said. That's still somewhat true, but I take in my stride. I hurts, breaks my heart, but I joke about it and move on.

However, what we do share is very precious. And those of us that are "really crazy" might learn to appreciate and accept it the most.

It's like with fiction: it can be very true while being untrue. Much like psychotic phenomena: they are but a crystallisation of a deep truth, they may be untrue, but the way they affect you is beyond any "normal" emotion. Fiction can do that, reality never can in quite the same way. But those feelings matter and those we share.

Unraveling that can set you free. Make you feel a part of a group of some of the most intelligent, wise and caring individual in existence and through the ages.

What we experience is essentially the same, particularly different. Language, alas, deals easiest with particulars. Even so, great works of fiction can touch you deep by mere words. It is not the words that have much value, but how it affects you does.

Hope that makes sense, but more importantly you feel what I am saying.