My life as a circus...

Today I was thinking about my life as a circus and who would the key players be.
This is what I got:
The ring master is my psychiatrist, cause he is the head honcho that calls all the shots and the person that all the information gets put through.
My support worker is on the trapeze, and when I am doing well I join her on them.
My dear counsellor, he has double duty. Sometimes he's the lion tamer but he also moonlights as the tight rope walker.
My parents are sometimes on the tight rope, and at one point they were definitely the ring master, but now most of the time they are in the audience with my friends.
Me...when I am not doing well...I am a clown. Not just any clown, when I am down I am one of those sad hobo clowns with their clothes all torn and carry a wilted flower. When I'm "up" I am that crazy clown that is making balloon animals just to pop them in children's faces. haha