In 2000, after I was released from the state psych ward, I was hypersensitive to mental labels. One time, I even left a room in tears when someone stereotyped people like me as “crazy.” That was then. This is now. Words like “crazy” don’t offend me any more. Hear me, if you struggle with mental health, it is not a laughing matter. It’s serious and needs treatment. But I do take it seriously and I do receive treatment; so these days I’m at peace with lighting my hypersensitivity. In short, calling myself crazy has helped me laugh more, make conversation with others not-so-awkward, and help me help others understand mental illness better. If the world only knows words like “crazy,” then if I use “crazy” to describe myself I can make some inroads by the shared vernacular. In 1 Corinthians 9, Paul said, “I am not bound to obey anyone…yet I have freely and happily become a servant of any and all so that I can win them to Christ.“ If my “crazy” talk can help connect even ONE person closer to my Savior who’s kept me sane, it’s worth it. I hope this encourages someone today.