Call Me Half Crazy- Because I Am!
Call Me Half Crazy… Because I Am There was a time in my life when surviving meant losing my mind—jus
Call Me Half Crazy… Because I Am
There was a time in my life when surviving meant losing my mind—just enough to save my heart.
To protect the little innocent girl inside me named Megan, I had to become someone else.
I had to embody a version of myself called Life.
Life was bold.
Life was untouchable.
Life looked crazy to the world—but she was my shield.
Most people who reach that place never return.
When the mind breaks under pain, the world calls it crazy, and many never find their way back to themselves. I understand them, because I went there too. I went half-crazy. I was never fully gone, but I was far enough to know how thin the line is between survival and losing yourself completely.
And somehow, I came back.
But the crazy never fully left me.
It didn’t stay as chaos.
It stayed as awareness.
As instinct.
As the kind of wisdom only pain can teach.
I will never be normal again, and I no longer want to be.
Because that girl named Life did not come to destroy me.
She came to save me.
She protected Megan when Megan could not protect herself.
And when Life had done her job, she did not disappear.
She softened.
She healed.
She became Rose.
The resilience that once looked like madness became my roots.
The strength that once looked like chaos became my stem.
And the pain that almost broke me became the soil I grew from.
Today, I am Megan Rose.
Not healed completely.
Not perfect.
Still half-crazy.
But growing.
Blooming.
Becoming.
And that is my miracle.
