You know, it's interesting how the world seems to need some people who just can't find the smooth and easy path, and they crash around and break stuff (mostly themselves, at least for a while) and rage at How Things Are. I often think that their assignment in life must be to help the rest of us blink and realize what's real and what's important, and what's illusion and what we can let go.
A lot of them are artists, although not necessarily with a capital A. They see things with a bit of a slant, and they see a lot of the crap that goes on in this sorry-ass world, and many times, they just can't handle it. Some are lucky, though, and they get through it and figure out how to tell the rest of us. They become the Bob Dylans and Mavis Stapleses and John Hiatts who tell us how it is. (You can tell I'm buried in music.

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I went through a lot of this myself in years gone by, but by sheer dumb luck (aka that grace of God thing), I seem to have some sort of internal balance that keeps me from getting seriously crazy, or at least not for too long. My son is struggling with this now, trying to reconcile that inner feeling of how things ought to be with the dull and grimy reality of how things are, and it kills me to watch him going through it. I'd take all the bullets for him if I could, but I can't. There it is.
I don't know what to say to those flailing through the chaos, other than to say to keep stripping off the layers of how things are s'pozed to be, according to what the teachers and the preachers and the politicians and your next-door neighbors tell you, until you get down to what's real to you, and what's important. And be clear-eyed with yourself about how chemicals can both help temporarily (by dulling the anguish) and hurt forever (by keeping you stuck, and from pushing through those last obstacles), and know when it's time to take the pain and move forward. And do know that there are people who love you, even when they could pretty easily strangle you at times.
No one knows what it's like until you go through it yourself, or have a loved one go through it.
Meanwhile, umm, go Gruden and all that, I guess.