I'm Going Crazy, Would You Like to Join Me?

It starts with a judgmental coffee maker, a neighbor in toe socks who believes in auras, and a squirrel that is definitely not a squirrel.I was standing in the cereal aisle when I realized I might actually be going crazy-not the cute, quirky kind, but the real, tax-deductible kind. A box of Organic Frosted O's winked at me. I winked back. Then my coffee maker, Janice, started beeping in a tone I can only describe as "disappointed mother."My therapist calls it "spiraling." I call it finally paying attention.When a peanut-offering rodent leads me to a hidden key behind my fridge, I discover a family legacy I never knew I had. My grandmother, Karen, didn't lose her mind-she tuned into a frequency the rest of the world can't hear. The walls whisper. The dead have opinions. And the gray people in suits are coming with clipboards to "normalize" everyone.This is not a book about mental illness. It is a book about what happens when you stop pretending the world isn't talking to you. It's about a grandmother who wrote warnings on basement walls, a grandfather who whispers bad Latin from beyond the grave, and a goldfish who is not a goldfish.Most of all, it is an invitation.The door is unlocked. The frequency is waiting.