Questioning: Am I Crazy?

By Tracilyn George

In "Questioning: Am I Crazy?" Tracilyn George takes readers on a profound and introspective journey through the tumultuous landscapes of her mind. From the haunting trauma of her brother's death and a year filled with relentless hardships, to the intrigue of high-profile televised trials that made her question her own mental health, Tracilyn explores the raw and often unspoken facets of her life.

 

This memoir delves into her struggles with self-worth, trust issues stemming from her adoption, and the constant battle between craving connection and needing solitude. Through poignant storytelling, she reveals the impact of toxic relationships, the pain of feeling like an outsider, and the relentless quest for acceptance and understanding.

 

As she grapples with the possibility of Borderline Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Tracilyn's narrative becomes a beacon of empathy for those facing similar challenges. Her writing is a cathartic release, a way to confront her fears and doubts, and a testament to the strength required to keep fighting every day.

 

"Questioning: Am I Crazy?" is a raw, honest, and deeply personal account that will resonate with anyone who has ever felt misunderstood or questioned their sanity. Tracilyn George's story is not just a memoir; it is an exploration of the human spirit, resilience, and the enduring quest for self-discovery and mental health.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clydesdale Books
• Release date: Jun 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227467263

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Questioning:

Am I Crazy?

By Tracilyn George

©2022 Tracilyn George

Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 1

Although I don’t remember hearing the words, I always knew I was adopted. It was never a secret, and it felt like most members of the family accepted me as one of their own. However, there have been instances where it was made clear I was not considered a full-fledged member of the family. Well, clear to me anyway, as other people had flat out told me I was imagining it.

One of my aunts on my father’s side had put together a family history photo album to distribute among the living siblings. In the album, she had listed the siblings with the names of their spouses and children. When it came to me and one other cousin, adopted was placed next to our names as if to point out we weren’t really members of the family.

Despite being included in family functions, I still felt like I was an outsider. I never heard any disparaging words; it was a sense I had that I didn’t belong. Even when I met my biological maternal family, I felt there was a disconnection between them and me. It was no fault of their own because I was included in family functions. I just felt like I was lost between two worlds. I don’t know if all children of adoption feel this way or if it is just me.

When I was born, I had been diagnosed with pneumonia and cerebral palsy. The pneumonia was treated with medication, but the cerebral palsy needed a lot more attention and physical therapy. It meant whoever took me had to have a strong constitution to handle the disability. Of course, the first couple I had been placed with couldn’t deal with the cerebral palsy. Because of that, Social Services took me directly to the George family. I was meant to be a foster child, but after my brother, John, told the social worker she wasn’t taking me, the family adopted me.

I am forever grateful for this turn of events because my parents took the time and effort needed for me to overcome the cerebral palsy. They never told me I couldn’t be or do anything I wanted. I was encouraged to follow my dreams, work hard, and never give up on who I was. They’d rather see me try and fail than to never have tried at all.

But the fact I’ve held fast to pursuing my dreams ruffled the feathers of some family members still irritates me to this day. In their minds, I should forget about following my passion for writing and merely work to pay my way through life. They seem to have forgotten their