I used to resent my insanity. He would lie there, forgotten, sobbing, like an abandoned and undernourished house pet in the corner of my consciousness while I chased the approval of people I didn't like.
Life's been tons better ever since I stopped ignoring him. He helps me come up with ideas and create things. He makes some people laugh, and some people wish they'd never spoken to me in the first place. Sometimes he tells me to kill people, but I tend to pretend I didn't hear that. Unfortunately I have to keep him on a leash in public places, so that I don't lose my job / get arrested, etc... but in my creations he will always be free to dance among my synapses and make my brain a more interesting and quirky place.
Perhaps I'll draw him for you. He's a little camera-shy, but I'm sure I can convince him to sit still for a while. Watch this space.