Other times, I remember my dear, deceased best friend's definition of insanity: if you think you're nuts, you aren't actually nuts. Truly insane people don't know it. They think everybody *but* them is nuts.
Sometimes I feel that way. I think the people who don't get me are the ones who are disconnected. I remind myself of the saying, 'today's mighty oak is yesterday's nut who held its ground'. That arrogant feeling never lasts very long. A week at most.
Then, I'm back in the darkness of depression.
I wonder if I'm really losing it or if it's just my lack of self-esteem talking.
I feel tired. I'd like things to be stable. I'm worried.