The definition of insanity is redoing or reliving a moment in exactitude over and over again but expecting a different outcome... How many times have I been guilty of this? More times than I care to count. Am I insane?
Am I psychotic? I didn't used to think so.... But now I'm just not so sure.
Life has pulled me down several different highways; more than I care to admit.
And I'd like to say I've found myself because of it. But the truth of the matter is I'm more lost now than I ever was. The anxiety, the paranoia, the crippling fear, the pitiful depression and the blinding rage have become a part of my every day life... He'll they've become my life, I'm trying not to let the symptoms define me, but in a strange way.... I think they do.