Nelly Arcan published her autobiographical novel *Folle* in 2004. She took her own life in 2009. She died because she was made to feel crazy. Because she was made to feel like a woman. Because when you’re a woman, madness lurks in every slightly too intense expression of emotion, in every behavior that deviates from prevailing patriarchal norms. We’re all crazy at some point. And the stigma stems from everyone’s discourse. Do you feel like you use the word “crazy” a lot?
