What is 'normal?'

Today I felt strange, and I couldn't put my finger on it. 
I wasn't manic, wasn't depressed, not overly anxious...  I felt normal. 

I didn't trust it because I didn't know what that meant. Certainly wasn't fooled into believing I'd slept away all my problems, and I know I'm not suddenly cured, the chit chat of my voices are evidence against that; so what is different?

Did I sleep better? No, I had a terrible sleep last night.
Did I eat better? Not particularly.
Did I exercise? Not unless you count walking 2 roads and back.

Then suddenly I understood.

I wasn't feeling normal, just tired. I hadn't woken up enough for the pain to seep through yet.
It did get me wondering though, what is normal?

Is it a destination, a goal, an aspiration or just a word that means something completely different to each of us?

This is normal to me. What was happening this morning was strange because it actually felt abnormal to me. 

I realised my illness is my norm. Outside of that, outside of all the other pieces that make up who I am, I am lost.