Craziness

Today in the NYTimes, my daily bible, there was an article about psychiatrists formally recognizing  grief as a psychiatric disorder.  Part of me said, "Oh yeah!" This is true.  Grief has made me crazy.  And then the other part of me said, "Oh no!"  This is false.  Grief or sadness is a natural, human reaction to loss.  Don't call me crazy if I howl at the moon. 

I don't do too much howling at the moon.  I've tried it and it doesn't make me feel better.  But I can understand the impulse to just let go and sink into the sadness.  Just like I always know there's an option to not get out of bed.   But then I do. . .with pleasure. 

With pleasure and anticipation that something good, something fun, something worthwhile is still  ahead of me.   Is that crazy?  I don't think so.