Just a little crazy

Isn’t everyone just a little crazy? A little nuts, a little out of place?

Yet, we hide our crazy; we hide our weird and claim to be normal, (what does that word even mean?!) all to be accepted by others…

In our desperate desire to be accepted, we hurt others. Knowingly or unknowingly? I’d never know. Because when you lie to yourself, how could you possibly tell others your truth? And in this lies the undoing of others. 

Sometimes we become bold enough to show who we are… to look in the mirror and accept our truth. But then the world pushes us back into hiding…. they judge and reject us… they call us names… they label us… and many are forced back into a shell, showing only the parts they believe are acceptable, as a result, others get hurt. Because they don’t get to see all the parts of a person before they choose them… they only see what they let them see…. wouldn’t it be better if we could all own our crazy freely and then let people choose us (if they will) with that knowing? 

And wouldn’t it be better if we don’t try changing or fixing people when they get confident enough to show us who they are… if you are fortunate enough and someone let’s you see them for who they really are… fight away the urge to change them, learn to love them if you want to.

If you really want to choose to love them, choose to love them with that knowing that they are just a little crazy…

Not everything that is broken needs fixing… it’s okay to love the pieces just the way they are and if you can’t, it’s okay to walk away too

E

I’m a little crazy… sometimes I own it, sometimes I lie to myself. When I meet people who are being punished/judged for being bold enough to own their crazy; I want to protect them, give them a hug… and let them know that I’m so proud of their strength.

The worst part of wanting to protect everyone you come across that is hurting… is knowing that you can’t. Then you go on to do everything you think will help but isn’t exactly what they need because you might never understand what they are going through…. you might never really know how to help… because you were never bold enough to own your crazy…

It is a tough place to be…. A cowardly feeling.

Do you ever feel the need to protect someone? But feel clueless and helpless?

I do. A lot. 

So I am out here writing letters to everyone of you, hoping you get to read them and know that your strength is being admired and hopefully someday there would be an army of humans like you, just a little crazy and owning it. 

Hopefully, I’m amongst them too.

Stay healthy and happy knowing that you are loved in ways that words cannot fully express.

All my love,

E