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It Shouldn't Even Be a Word


People use the word "crazy" like it's a drug.
"Did you see that video? It was so crazy!" 
"That exam was crazy hard, I don't think I passed."

Crazy is meant to be used as this incredible adjective, for phenominal events and horrifying accidents, not as part of teenage slang. 

Crazy is also not meant to define people. 
"I thought I heard a voice in my room, I must be going crazy..."
"I had an uncle once, but they locked him away with all the rest of the crazy people."

Hearing voices does not make you crazy. 
Having flashbacks to the day you were attacked does not make you crazy. 
Needing to lock the door eighteen times to feel safe does not make you crazy. 
Feeling the urge to jump off a bridge headfirst does not make you crazy. 

What makes you crazy is the idea that someone else can lavel your mind, your actions, your very being, with an adjective that automatically alientates you from the rest of the world. 

People use the word "crazy" like it's an excuse to turn someone into a social pariah.
"Keep away from Mr. Johnson's yard, son, he's crazy." 
"You're crazy to think that it's normal to feel the way you do. It's just not normal."

I am not crazy for dreaming. 
I am not crazy for fearing for my life. 
I am not crazy for learning from mistakes that have been made. 
I am not crazy for seeking help, 

And I am not crazy for feeling this way.

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