Anecdotes

Life After Crazy – II. The Nonsensical Ravings of a Lunatic Mind

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It’s not painful for me to think about what happened happened to me. Starting from the day after Crazy Night, I’ve gnawed furiously on what happened to me. Some people would say I shouldn’t pick those scabs, or at least not so soon, but I don’t tend to form scabs as readily as most people. In fact, I find it more useful to really look at it, examine what I did or said while I was nuts, and try to pick apart why, what it might have meant, what triggered it, what I can pull out to watch for in more »

Anecdotes

Life After Crazy – I. Emergency

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Back in February, I went crazy. Mad, bonkers, off my rocker. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised. It seems like all writers are crazy in one way or another. How else would we be able to bridge the gap between mundane life and the vast expanse of the artful imagination? You can’t be normal and make up things for a living, let’s be real. I’d known for a long time I wasn’t normal, and that my experience of reality was very different from most people’s. Until recently, this wasn’t anything that caused me concern, or left me feeling more »