**sigh** These days, crazy is more relative than ever... and in my workplace I see the medical records, autopsy reports and incident reports on mental health patients all day long. Trust me: if you're fairly happy as you are, not hurting anyone, not hurting yourself and expect this state to continue more or less, then it doesn't matter if you talk to the trees or the voices in your head are excellent company. It really doesn't. If there's more than one of you in your skull, who cares? There's room. If the trees answer back, what's the problem? Enjoy the conversation. Embrace the crazy.

If, on the other hand, you *are* hurting or may hurt others and you know it or are depressed or unhappy because of it... look for help. I've just recently begun dealing with grief-based depression myself, and just talking about it is doing me some good, I think. There're resources everywhere if you look, even in this age of cutbacks.

Luck to you. This is so much more common than most people believe that it's not funny.