Being crazy is holding onto pain…
The greater the time elapsed between the hurt and expressing it, the crazier you are.
Unforgiven hurt fuels angry fantasies that make you doubt yourself and infect your thinking with unspeakable retaliation, bad dreams, and an uneasiness of the soul.
You feel especially craazzzyyy when you doubt your goodness, for then you’re always lost and the center of your life no longer holds.
The time you seem craziest to others is when you vacillate before making a decision.
Crazy is being torn between two masters, two conflicting ideals.
“Can I be for myself without alienating you and risk losing your love?”
You never feel more crazy than when people lie to you.
And when people lie about loving you, they hurt you the most.
Being crazy is not knowing what to believe.
There is no imprisonment worse than being bound to a crazy person, for then you can only be real by paying a price.
The way to become crazy is to try to please everyone all the time.
The only freedom from craziness is telling the truth…
Only my voice can tell my truth.
Only my truth can heal my world