I never had to hide my madness. I am crazy and insane.
Madness is my home. It isn't a fickle feeling or a short wisp of happiness. It's embracing every flaw and painting a new reality every day. It's existing in a thriving state of being human. It's evolving to a better version of yourself to feel accomplished in every human way possible.
Madness is my home. I never have to pretend to be me. My reality changes with every mood-swing. Each panic attack, anxiety attack and depressive episode gives me new awareness of my reality.
Noticing every small detail in a person comforts me in a weird way.
Madness is my home. I have trust issues, mental illnesses and a collection of trauma. This is how I live and I love every minute of it.