This is a poem I wrote about surviving and thriving despite labels placed on you |
SURVIVING INSANITY by Jordan Rachael Precious time Irretrievable time.. Months, years…. The time it takes To disappear into ones self Insanity, Madness, Crazy.. It matters not what it is called. The only virtue being Once you have crossed that invisible line You are no longer Disparaged by the struggle, You no longer recognize the difference. The lines of “normalcy” Are narrowly defined by society. Past experiences, Life circumstances, Are not always taken into consideration By the narrow minded. These things I know well. I have been back and forth Across that line, Eventually recognizing… Neither sanity nor insanity, Are easy places to call home. I had begun to believe, In a medication induced stupor That I was the definition Of the many labels Psychiatrists have given me. I was labeled “crazy’ Unable to decide for myself Who I was or what I did. I sat with the others Who also had that dazed look That accompanies Psychotropic medications Still having enough mind left, To wonder Why I did not have a say In the definition of me. In a lucid moment I ponder… Do I want to be A part of their plan A body with a mind Molded by others. I decided NO This was not taken well By some For the inacceptance Of their diagnosis Their label, I was labeled yet again Uncooperative, disagreeable, Manipulative, contrary. Non-compliant I find a small grain of sanity And roll it around in my hand Like a cool, round marble. I gripped it tightly It is my focus, Crazy is not Who I agree to be. “Normalcy” has vast boundaries I am a strong, loving, Compassionate woman Who has had to learn to survive Horrendous acts of abuse Inflicted upon me From early childhood Into adulthood. Abuse perpetrated upon me By a truly insane person Who has not been given a “diagnosis” Who has not been told that he was “crazy”. I am not crazy, I will not be told otherwise. I am a survivor. |