Normal

In case you have never noticed, I am crazy. Not in the "wow, she's lots of fun" sense, or the girls gone wild sense, more in the padded-room-and-straightjacket way. Mental illness of some variety has been part of my life as long as I can remember. Depression, eating disorders, compulsion; these have been my reality for so long that peace of mind and spirit, have seemed to me an unattainable dream. I'm ok with being crazy -- it beats boring, and it gives me some entree into the world of my students, who live with lots of crazy themselves, that someone with perfect sanity could never attain.

Today, I cooked three meals. I caulked tile. I bought floss. Today I was normal.

It was nice.