Sanity's over-rated though.
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it! 
A friend of mine who's had mental health problems of one variety or another for years and is bi-polar always says that to people when they say how terrible it must be for him. Humour's his way of getting through it all, and he always says that his "problems", as he puts it, he always says "my 'problems'" like it's in quote marks, have certainly given him a unique, and sometimes interesting take on life. I guess you can't argue with that.
You made me chuckle!! I remember a long time ago a psychiatrist telling me,that the truly insane are actually really happy as they do not know they are mad!!!! It is other people who confer labels on them.Apparantly I was not going "mad" because I still had the powers to deduce I might be.Make of that what you will !!!
It did not help me much at the time because I still felt crap. I do remember thinking though that maybe if I completely let go and stopped fighting I tip over the edge and become truly nuts and therefore happy.
Anyway the sun is shining today,and the new puppy has finally slept through the night so it could be a good day!!!
That's just reminded me of way back when I was at college. I ended up leaving college on medical grounds with clinical depression. I was having some really weird thoughts, and I was starting to seriously doubt my sanity. I was on bucket-loads of anti-depressants and I'd been pulled out of teaching practice on the grounds I wasn't safe to be left in charge of kids, and I was told to keep away from the college too, at least the academic aspects of it. I used to go into college though to see the college nurse. We had two who ran clinics on alternate days, and I always knew that if I needed someone to talk to I could go and talk to Eileen, one of the nurses. I ended up in her office one morning sat drinking tea (I HATE tea, but I didn't tell her that - funny how those little things come back to you years later!), anyway we were sitting drinking tea and talking about anything and everything, and I've no idea how we got onto it, but I remember we ended up sitting there singing Monty Python's "Always look on the bright side of life" and I ended up sitting there laughing hysterically and spilling tea all over the place, and thinking "well, if this is insanity, it's quite good". Then I started feeling guilty because I'd actually had a spell when I was enjoying myself and I wasn't supposed to be. She was a hell of a good listener, and her advice made a lot of sense. I can't remember what her reply was to that, but I remember we ended up singing Rolf Harris's "Jake the Peg" and that set us off laughing again. I do remember her saying though as I was going out, "You're not crazy. You just need some help getting where you need to be."
I'm still not entirely sure she was correct in her assessment, but fifteen years later and I'm still going strong, so I must be doing something right!
