While I read about madness

I'm rereading Veronika decides to die by Paulo Coelho. Paulo is back in my life and once again he's making an impact.

Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas
- Paulo Coelho -

Madness. It is indeed an interesting subject. Is there even such a thing?

Madness is not to be found in the mad person's mind, but rather it is created when the so called mad meets the society. A person is defined as mad because he or she believes in an alternative reality, one that is not accepted by the rest of society.To the mad person, he is the sane one.

I made a promise to always write in all honesty, and it is time I write about this subject. For most of my life I have suffered from depression. I am a control freak, rarely do I let go and just live. I am a perfectionist, rarely do I live up to my own high expectations. For many years this caused me a lot of pain. I looked rationally at my life and saw that everything was perfect, I should have been happy, but somehow I was not. The fact that I was unable to understand why I was unhappy caused me more pain that anything.

Over the last couple of years I have gradually gotten better. The last couple of months I have even seen a psychologist. Because I stopped seeing myself as a victim and realised I was in fact in charge of my own life I have managed to improve it.

However, the last four months have fast tracked my journey towards recovery. I wrote in one of my short stories: "A person independent enough to wear an orange suit would have a hard time falling in love'. For a control freak falling in love might feel like the scariest thing ever. We have built this shield against the world, we have decided to feel nothing in order to not feel pain, we detach, we stick to the safe. Suddenly someone comes along and asks us to feel something, and suddenly we feel it all, all the pain from the past, all the love for our family and friends, all the emotions we have not let ourself feel for so long. Falling in love has not been easy for me and I could not have done it without the most patient and understanding man I know. The man I love because he encourages me to relax and be myself. I love him because he everyday helps me get better.

I have realised that I am happier when I am a little bit mad. Mad is a label we've put on things we don't understand. I am happier when I don't worry about what other people think of me, when I speak what is on my mind without censoring myself, when I share my crazy ideas. I am happiest when I allow myself to be me without worrying. And I admit, I am slightly mad, simply because I sometimes see things a little bit differently to most people. For a writer, who's job is to create alternative worlds and realities, being mad can only be a good thing.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.
- Albert Einstein -