[Don't] Call Me Crazy: 33 Voices Start the Conversation about Mental Health

by Kelly Jensen

Call me crazy. Go ahead, you wouldn’t be the first to do it, and you probably won’t be the last. That’s because I am crazy. Loony tunes. Bananas. Bonkers. Stark raving mad. Certifiable. Insane. Loco. Nuts. Psycho. You’re not going to hurt my feelings if you tell it like it is, although my psychiatrist always looks faintly dismayed when I call myself crazy, saying, with a slightly pained expression: “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t . . .” and then sort of trailing off before handing me one of my insurer’s brightly colored pamphlets for crazy group. (Spoiler: They don’t actually call it that. I’d probably consider going if they did.)