Color me crazy..

I got a lot out of 4th of July. I had a chance to speak at length with a Vietnam vet about one of my less-than-favorite subjects. Me. You see, it isn't often that I'm told I don't need to be on medications (and granted, the guy isn't a doctor). I can count the number of folks who believe in me in this way on one hand, possibly even while counting myself. But I'm not sure I believe in me.

The tragedy of it all is that for the past several years, I've allowed the doctors to dictate my limits. My potential is rotting away, unused, because I let others limit me. Which, does me no good, because while I might not be sure that I'm healthy or not, I know I'm not crazy.

Thoughts?