Well I have never actually thought I was crazy, but talking to the counselor yesterday reinforced that I am in fact NOT crazy.

There are two sides to me... the intellectual proper side, and the rebellious side. An odd mix for sure, but explains why I am comfortable just about anywhere.

Comfortable, as long as I can satiate both sides...

I have been ignoring one half of me for a while now which led to my feelings of being trapped. When I finally realized that I needed that part of me in order to be truly happy, it threw a wrench in the gears. It appeared that I was upending everything and changing who I was and what I liked.

This was tough for Charlie to deal with, as I'm sure it seemed out of the blue. But in reality I was just getting back into things I had put aside...

I'm also trying desperately to not be such a perfectionist... That is the hardest part. I don't like to fail... I HATE to fail...

I don't know what will happen, but looking at things in a different light certainly helps...