I am an insane person masquerading as a functioning adult.
And I forgot to put a working zipper in my costume.
So now I'm stuck and I can't get out.
All my life I have created things that were technically excellent, but lacked soul. Music, painting, drawing, clay, ceramic, pewter, writing...
And it's because the Functioning Adult Suit held The Crazy captive. The Functioning Adult is terrified of what will happen to it once The Crazy starts to seep out.
But The Crazy has grown stronger as she held her silence and it's so much more difficult to contain her.
The Functioning Adult has a few more tasks left in her before she knows she has to yield to The Crazy. I can feel the costume threadbare in places and there isn't anything left to mend it with, and without the litany of external influences that were ever present through the years, there is nothing saying the mending should occur.