You are not mad
I want to share this not as a confession, but as a quiet offering to those who have once been lost in the same narrow fissure between the inner and the outer, between love and illusion, between belief and self-deception. I write it for anyone who has been swept away by signs, coincidences, dreams, inner “voices” that seem like whispers of fate, but lead to a place you later realize… was more your own pain than a divine message. I write it because no one speaks of this clearly enough: you can be completely sane and still have the world think you are mad. You can be completely honest and still be rejected as deceived. You can love deeply and still have your love appear as illusion to others. And it tears you apart. I want to say to anyone currently going through such an experience — you are not alone. You are not sick. And your sensitivity is not a defect; it is simply a place where the boundaries between worlds are thinner. When we fall in love with that peculiar, mystic...
