Hey I'm Crazy but Happy

During my mini breakdown ten years ago, my counsellor found many ways of encouraging me back into the world. Sharing my poetry was one way I climbed out of my black hole and writing short stories was another. Slowly I survived, I clung onto what sanity I had left and rode the storm. The support of my husband and children was wonderful, although I am sure they were so confused by my outbursts.
Antidepressants were gradually no longer part of my daily life and knowing what the root cause was, helped me find a way of using the term 'crazy' in a different light. I learned to laugh, relax and enjoy life. I learned that I did not have to be serious, I could bend a rule now and then.
This week I played around with photographs of me and had fun embracing the fun side of Glynis.
The words fit with the photographs so well and I hope you enjoy meeting the woman I have become. The child didn't have much of a chance but she came alive in a 45+ year old body and at the age of 52, I know it is ok to join in, not sit on the edge and watch.