I have my secrets. My family have their secrets. I don't wear a mask. They do. To live in the shadows is where the madness is.
The all-consuming fire of madness. To be mad you have to be brave. You have to be fearless, stubborn, determined, wanting to prove everyone else wrong about you and be dramatic to the point where it annoys people. To be unforgettable like a scar. To live with good memories and flashbacks. To drink poison and absorb sunlight at the same time. Madness isn't for the weak, meek soulless people. Madness is for people who collect scars like trophies, wear fierceness as though it's a jacket, stories spilling out of journals, endless therapy sessions and looking at the past in eyes to call it your nemesis.
In All Honesty, I am free of my chains, free of my distress, free of my emotional attachments to the past and I am not lonely anymore. I have an army of people I love and care for. I wouldn't trade my life for anything being a middle class American with mental illnesses is worth all of the madness.