I was asked yesterday about craziness, and whether I truly believe that about myself.  I’d made a comment about feeling “crazy” after this immense move across the country we’ve just completed in combination with what appears to be some midlife rebirth as well as perimenopausal hormone fluctuation.  Oh, and the collective energy shift that’s going on!  Nothing much happening here! 
It caused me to pause; the asker of the question is not someone who would casually or meanly request that information in an attempt to feel superior to me.  The asker is a true soul partner and I trust her deeply; she asked because she genuinely wants to know, and also cares for my soul and therefore is urging me to ask myself that question, as well.  Thus, I felt drawn to examine my own inner definition of “crazy”.  Here is what I wrote to her: 

“Re: CRAZY-I think I allow myself to go into my darkness more than most other people do. I think true craziness happens when we try to keep ourselves up above the surface of our own darkness and eventually it claims us because it is PART of us and therefore must be claimed.

In my moments of doubt, I hear my parents’ critical voices calling me a liar, or that I’m making things up….and other extended family voices, who reject me or call me crazy in subtle, socially acceptable ways.

That fear is there because I DO feel crazy sometimes, and I define that as when I feel so much inside that things don’t make sense.

When I am NOT in doubt, in the grip of my ego, I know that sometimes things don’t make sense to our MINDS, but they make sense to our Soul and Spirit and Body and the larger Whole. So, when that uncomfortable feeling comes up, I try to trust that it is temporary and that there is some larger purpose going on that leads to wholeness and awareness. And self love.”