Your Crazy is Driving Me Crazy!

I am not a fan of the word "crazy." I am guilty of using it now and then (I have tried to substitute "wonky" and people look at me like I am, well, crazy) but I don't like all the misconceptions it connotates. That is more of a disclaimer though than an actual topic...

Yesterday I talked about being "sick" and the perception others have of mental illness and of me. That led me to think about what it is like to have someone in your life who does have major depressive disorder or anxiety or any other mental illness.

I imagine loving me isn't easy, not as a friend, a parent, a child, a partner, or even sometimes an employee. I do believe I am worth it, I know that I am. I am fiercely loyal, and pretty witty. I am fairly intelligent and am well-read enough to be able to make small talk at cocktail parties and to know some Jeopardy answers. I am kind and empathetic and generous, traits I admire in others and strive to maintain.

Those who care for and love me do struggle at times. I am sure when Max was 6 and my depression was at it's worst, all he wanted was a "normal" Mommy who didn't do everything from her bed. I know I have caused my parents worry and concern; from middle school hospitalizations to current day romantic trouble, they vigilantly watch my behavior so they can help, intervene before all hell breaks loose. My wonderful best friend who has marched by my side for 32 years MUST be exhausted by me at times, but she has never given up on me. I am a good girlfriend, a good partner, but a highly emotional one. It has to be hard to hold a sobbing girlfriend who can't even explain what is wrong, she just says "don't let go." It can't be easy to have dinner reservations or plans to attend a party and then have them derailed at the last minute because she "just can't." And no matter how understanding an employer is, they need to know I'll be there and I'll get the work done.

I have weeks, months, even a couple years under my belt of normal. I go to work and pay my bills and laugh with friends and love my boyfriend. My hygiene is good (which, while depressed, isn't always the case), I remember birthdays, and show up with a smile even when I don't think I can. I think those periods are the ones that sustain those who love me. Those are the times that I bank so when I am feeling lost and in need of direction I have proven myself worthy of help.

Thank you to everyone who loves me, supports me, hangs in there with me. I recognize it isn't easy but am so very glad I am worth it to you.