normal.

my therapist asked me what normal meant to me

normal is not me.
normal is being able to go on with your day even when the bed is not made.
or being able to answer the phone without the fear that a serial killer may be on the other side or even worse one of your peers.
normal is not having to walk up and down the stairs 12 times until you get it just right.
it is not having to click the pen 6 times because any other amount is no good and can result in something very very bad.
normal is not having to take pills every morning in order to feel normal.
and it is certainly not being scared that those pills will work too well or not well enough because then what is the point.
normal is not my anxiety or my ocd or my depression.
normal is not the thoughts and the worries that are constantly racing through my mind.
normal is not me. but I sure wish it was.