Dont get me wrong, I was always crazy. I just didn't know the extent of it.

Last September my best friend called the police because of what I was texting her. After 2 years of depression I was done. Police showed up and told me I could go voluntarily or they would arrest me and take me anyways. I live in a small town and my neighbors watched me get hauled off to the psych ward. Good times.

I finally got put on meds that work. I found an amazing therapist. I've been making progress ever since. The problem is that every time I deal with one layer of crazy, I find another, bigger layer of crazy underneath it. I'm not sure if I'm actually getting better or just swapping symptoms.

I am also not good at keeping a lid on it. I have no filter. I have literally surprised myself by what comes out of my mouth. My friends accept me as is, which is good, however I should probably come with a warning label.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is. A record of my descent into total madness perhaps? My grandfather (a paranoid schizophrenic) dropped off the face of the earth to live in a cabin by himself on an island. Hes the family member I relate to most.

Thanks for listening and letting me empty my head. I'll clarify I am okay. Just having a moment.