On this cold December day, snow is falling as I work my way out of bed. I am what most people call crazy. Personally, I like to refer to it as mentally damaged. To prove to you that I am, I will tell you about my sleeping conditions.

My bed has restraints. Not sexual restraints but ones that keep me from injuring myself during the night. I have what you will know as night terrors. They're realistic nightmares directed around traumatic chapters of my past.

There are five separate restraints in total. The first is hooked to my ankles, the second around my waist, the third around my upper chest, the fourth around my wrists, and the last around my neck. Yes, my neck.

Before I was medically required to have these, I used to sleep like any normal life form. In a comfy bed, free to roll from side to side. But after running out my bedroom window and hitting the concrete sidewalk out front, this being only one event, they made it medically required.

Over the years I have grown to accept that my life will never be normal. There are many reasons I am the way I am. Those chapters of my life are impossible...