How does it feel, as a woman struggling with post-traumatic disorder, to come face to face with somebody else's mental illness ?
Is it fair to expect people suffering from mental illness to be locked away from others, just because they might end up hurting them badly ?
What are the choices ? Is love a possibility worth entertaining under such circumstances ?
Personality disorders are probably more common than we think, and yet it does come as quite a shock when someone you are interacting with turns out to be affected.
Going beyond the socially acceptable, just to shed a light on what a budding intimacy is like with someone so many would be quick to label "crazy".
Is there any hope that love could actually help ?
Follow the steps of that unsuspecting woman as she is groping her way through such a disturbing intimate relationship. Find out where this went when you read "Don't say crazy..."