Thanks to Beatrice the Biologist for the great cartoon. But it is funny because it is true.
I posted this on my facebook page and a friend made a comment about how it wasn't like you could say "yes, hi, I need help with the big yelling fit I just had."
And why the hell can't we? Seriously. I think it is time for us to come out and say, "hi there, I have to take today off of work because my head is exploding, I can't complete a sentence and I don't understand how to put any pants on besides my sweatpants. I can't find my keys even though they are exactly where they put them and I am about to beat myself up (literally) because of it."
How is that not worthy of sharing? Why do we have to hide this?
Why can't I talk about the medications I am taking and how they are helping? Or not? Other people talk all day long about birth control and baby poop and wedding showers and Paleo this and Crossfitness that and pink ribbons and addiction and relationship drama...
So I think it is time for us craziness to just come out already. What's the worst that can happen? Actually -- don't answer that, because I know we all are great at catastrophizing.Labels: crazy, gay, pride
