This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.
It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.
Today I write to a young man who feels like he is losing his mind, and it’s making him crazy – because it’s inconceivable to him that he could actually be crazy.
Let’s call him Adam.
What is real?
Lately I would imagine that has become a question you’d rather not ask, because you aren’t really sure of the answer.
Scary, I know.
One of the hardest things is trying to find the words to explain it to those around you.
You know inside, even though you don’t want to acknowledge it, that something is very, very wrong. But you have told yourself that if you just give it some time, you’ll work your way through it.
And it will get better.
Kind of like a cold.
Or a broken leg.
I wish it could be that simple, but it’s not. Here’s the hard truth:
This isn’t going to just go away; most people won’t understand that something is really wrong until it’s too late and something bad has happened; and all of your natural instincts to fight it are pretty much going to make it worse.
So, what’s a guy to do?
It kind of sounds crazy, but accepting that you are a little crazy will, in the end, make you less crazy.