I’ve lived a life of deep pain, sorrow and suffering. I’ve lived a life of light with the capacity to shine at every angle through at one given time. I’ve lived on the outside of what most deem normal, just tiptoeing along the edge. Periodically jumping in and out of a circle that I could never stay too long in. I’ve seen, I’ve experienced, I’ve felt. I’ve grabbed on and I’ve jumped off. It’s always been too much for me. It’s always been too much. The shadows seem to be where I belong. You can usually find me there.
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Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion—broadly speaking—of psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.