This is the biggest of my pet hates. No one has the right to insist that you be anything other than your sweet self, and I speak from bitter experience!
I was asked to do the impossible this morning. OK, I’m pretty used to wasp-charming, finding lost objects and other witchy stuff but this was downright IMPOSSIBLE.
I was asked just to be “more normal”.
Whose version of “normal”? What the bloody hell is normal anyway? I don’t know. I have absolutely no idea of what “normal” means. I’m me. What I do is completely normal to me. I’m a certified (and certificated) nut case but I’d be really weird if I went around doing “not normal for me”.
What was gut-wrenchingly sad is that the person who asked me has been to the hospital with me, chatted with the psychiatrists, given his side of the story. Yes, I know it is very hard living with someone with mental health problems but…even the doctors said “normal” didn’t come into it.
Yes, I’d love not to have to take pills so…
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