I feel like I spend my life in two very distinct ways. The first being me trying to figure out if I am actually crazy, and the second trying to hide the fact that I’m crazy after I’ve just convinced myself that I truly am crazy. It’s exhausting and no one knows how empty and lonely that life is, but it’s hard to convince yourself that there’s nothing wrong with you when you see the world in a completely different way than the people around you. Having mental illnesses like an