“But I’m not crazy, right?” I get asked this question at least weekly. There’s a person, let’s say twenty years old. Or forty. Or eighty. Or fifteen. Doesn’t really matter the age. And they’ve reached some point where they’re actually starting to question their own sanity, wondering if they’re about to “lose it.” So they come to someone for help. Are they really at risk? Maybe. If so, it’s probably being driven by the fear itself. Of course there’s that old colloquialism that if you think you’re crazy, you’re not crazy. That has a grain of truth. One of the
But I’m not crazy, right?
