You Can't Cure Crazy

As much as I would like to believe that everyone has an ability to change and to grow, I'm becoming more and more convinced that some people can't. They're crazy, and you can't cure crazy.

Now, before I go any further, let me just clarify that someone with a mental illness is NOT crazy. Crazy are those people who are able to see what is going on, can recognize problems with a particular situation, yet, for some reason, choose to continue on a destructive path.

I think we all go through crazy phases in our lives. It's part of growing up. But, crazy phases are just that, phases. The crazy is a temporary event that will eventually pass as each of us "comes to our senses." There are those that choose NOT to come to their senses, though. If this was the extent of the problem, it might be irritating, but not necessarily damaging. The problem with crazy people, though, is this--If you don't agree or cater to their craziness, they will do all in their power to tear you or your life down. If their life is chaos, so must yours be in order for them to feel "normal."

Instead of trying to help these people, in order to save yourself, you have to cut off the crazy. This won't be the popular choice; and just like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum, the yelling and screaming will increase temporarily. But as you break away from the crazy, as you let the self-destruction take place and don't try to "fix it," you will feel your own strength increasing. You will become a better you.

Because, eventually everyone learns, you can't cure crazy, but you can cure you.

“No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys.”



                                                   ~Doug Horton

PlayingTug of War

Have you ever played tug of war? Have you ever been stupid enough to play tug of war with God?

I have. Not that I'm proud to admit it; but, dang it, there are just some things I wanted to make go my way. I figured if I prayed hard enough, explained eloquently enough to God my vision for what I wanted to happen, then He would see the wisdom of my plan.

Surprise, surprise! God won the tug of war. He didn't pull me down in the mud. He didn't drag me to His point of view. He just waited for me to grow weak from struggling against His will and His plan. When finally my will grew weak from all of the straining against Him, God basically said, "Please listen."

I prayed that He would show me His will, but I didn't really want to listen. I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear. But God honored my request, waiting until I was tired enough to listen to what He had to say.

Now, am I happy that my oh-so-brilliant plan wasn't chosen by God. Nope. Closer to heartbroken. But, I do have enough faith in my Lord to know that, whatever HIS plan for me is, it will be so much better than anything I could ever dream for myself. I just have to be strong enough to wait and see what that plan is.

“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.”



                                                        ~Mother Teresa