My son used a phrase a few days ago that made me laugh out loud. He was telling me about an online conversation he had with a friend. He said, "I'm afraid that I let all of my crazy out at once."
I can relate to that. Some days all of my crazy bands together and sneaks up on me. It demands a voice. It makes me do strange things. It wants to wail and strike out; it wants to break things. I try to remain calm by assuring myself that it's probably hormonal and that very few people are institutionalized these days.
These days I am trying to learn to listen to the crazy. Underneath the fear and pain and rage is the need to be nurtured and cared for and loved. I am learning to do that for myself and to let the crazy out a little at a time.
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