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Madwoman Sanity
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Members of my family said the madness
began with Lizzie, my grandmother. In her day, no one thought they could change the illness - they could only hide it. They
did not realize: In the middle of all this madness, there is a sanity. We find it when we choose to use the madness in a creative
way rather than bowing underneath it.
We can't escape the madness. All
humans have it in some form, as part of the many things that make us unique. Some of us, however, have more than our
share. We can ignore it, we can be the victims of it, we can try to repress it, we can try to kill it, but it will not go
away. The best thing is to learn to use it, and to guide it with our own individual forms of sanity.
In my family, we work through depression.
What wore our mothers down has transformed each generation that followed into intelligent, creative, and interesting people.
We know a past that we are not doomed to repeat.
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My mother followed in her mother's
footsteps, and in spite of being a talented writer and photographer, never found her way off her mother's path. Loving her, staying
as her caretaker for many years, there still came a time when I chose to take another path altogether. I
gain my sanity through the arts. I am able to shape my madness, by looking at it from all sides. Madness must be sculpted,
given some form, in order to be useful. If it is allowed total free rein all of the time, it descends into chaos and illness.
Yes, let madness free, but let it know you have the power to call it back again...it will follow your lead, rather than dragging
you on its tail...
Years ago, I posted regularly on a newsgroup called alt.support.depression.
I recently found the webpage linked below, with quotes from some of my posts. I am glad Diane found the posts useful. I still
find what I learned and repeated here to work well for me.
Dealing With A Crash
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"Everyone is mad here...."
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