Crazy? I was Crazy Once.

Someone asked me once what it was like to be Crazy. I don't mind saying Crazy. Because when your Crazy about something your wrapped up in it. All you can think about is what your Crazy about. All that's in your mind is what your Crazy about. You can't think, eat or sleep.
You may say I'm Crazy for chocolate, Crazy in love, Crazy for Coco puffs....I don't know.
Me, I'm just Crazy in the head. I have always been crazy. My first experienced happened on a water bed, I was 8 years old. All through my child hood I noticed things were different for me then my friends. They never talked about the ideas or thoughts I had in my head. So, I kept them to myself. Never told a soul.
When my Dad died I was 11. Mom was so sick, so I stuffed my feelings & Craziness aside. i had to be a Big Girl now I thought. I had moments off & on. But when Mom died a week before I turned 13 all Hell broke loose.
I was Crazy, anybody with an ounce of common sense could see that I was hurtin' from the inside out.
I am Bipolar, but I wasn't always diagnosed with it, I had a few other diagnosis before I settled into this Bad Boy. Being Bipolar is not for everyone, you must work at it day in & day out.
People wonder aloud to me all the time. What's it like, how do you feel & how can you hide it so well?
I'm going to share...........