“I understand your mental health problems and your efforts to be your best self. The pros of spending time with you outweigh the cons; you have not lost my affection.”
vs
“This topic brings my discomfort with you to the fore. Join me in a mutual lie so that we can continue our suffering and never make progress.”
It’s not my place to invalidate the way you feel about yourself. Plus, my grasp on sanity is tenuous enough as it is, I’m in no place to judge another lol.
There’s always the literary alternative:
“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving the right paw 'round, “lives a Hatter; and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like; they’re both mad.”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat; “we’re all mad here. Do you play croquet with the Queen today?”
True friends always bring the hard truths
We all are crazy, and that’s okay. Hang with me and we’ll figure out how to manage it.
In the meantime, I love you and am with you.
(This may be a bit sappy but it applies to friends and lovers alike.)
I question whether anyone can remain entirely sane. We all have idiosyncrasies and delusions, and anyone denying they have them would be either a liar or terrifyingly inhuman.
Nearly everyone seems at least slightly crazy to me, definitely including me, but especially neurotypicals.
I’d probably say some shit like, “if you’re really crazy, then how would you know?”
Walmart Bella Swan
(chuckles) I’m in danger.
its not ok
