Do you ever shake your head in disbelief, while muttering the question, "What is wrong with this world?" We are you guys! Admittedly, most of us are unknowingly adding to the stigma saturating mental health. Sadly, the results are not swayed by noble intent; they just deal in facts. We all have that one relative who stays under the impression that the family is just one branch away from the Rockefellers. I know you know what I am talking about. I had two such aunts, they really enjoyed dressing up on church days to go play pretend. The problem was that the town was small, and everyone knew everyone. Still, they pretended, and the good folks of that town, probably doing the same thing, let them. It really got to be ridiculous the older I got. I finally reached my limit when my aunt got going at a huge superstore. She literally changed my Granny's name to "Mother!" Enough was enough! Granny was definitely not a " Mother"  Granny.   She was a Moonshiner...

That is me with my Milo Good Boy.  We sport our crazy! I do get called crazy regularly. Most of the time, it is in good-natured joking. There are those times, though, when it is not a joke but an insult or a tool used to discredit. It is actually a very derogatory word, and saying "no offense" does not prevent me from being offended. First of all, ok, I am crazy. Let's just go ahead and own that, now what? At least I am self-aware! I am in disbelief that nobody in this offended argue argument-ready society has picked up this gauntlet. I mean, we argue about everything, get offended over anything. Mental illness comes up, crickets.o  We smile nervously and shift in our seats and pray to whoever we pray to that the subject will pass. We shy away from this real issue? What will it take to bring this uncomfortable issue into the light? Anybody wanna take a stab at why we are so hell bent on keeping this subject buried in the family plot? Well, I venture to have at least a par...