Every sane person bleeds somewhere you can’t see. Some drown in routine, some in silence, some in love that never loved them back. Every sane person has their own madness, every healed person has their own wars, every wounded person has their own scars.

As for me, please remember that I am a sane woman, but I have my madness.

On the surface, I appear rational, composed, and in control — the way society expects. But beneath that, I carry my own storms, obsessions, flaws, passions, and emotional intensity. My “madness” isn’t something to fear, it’s part of my truth, my depth, my humanity. It’s what makes me whole, not broken. But people apparently fear depth and authenticity.

I have my own madness, just like the sun that shines despite rainy clouds, just like the storm that moves through sunshine, just like the wildflowers that grow despite the harsh weather, just like the leaves playing on the wall with their shadows in spring.

I have my madness, like you, like any other human, like any other monster. There are things you need to tame in me; there is a wild you need to get along with. I am wilderness worth gardens. I am a garden protected by thorns.

Sadia Hakim

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