Insanity is inconvenient.

There is this impression which‘normal’ people havethat insanity is somehow a result of personal deficiency. As if somehow having your shit together can prevent it from sneaking up on you. That having money or friends or a good family will offer some sort of protective barrier.

It certainly seems that way, right? Because the really crazy people you know are separated from family. They’re destitute. They’re those lunatics on the street, mumbling under their breath and...