Personal Reflection
Tennessee Williams understood something most of us spend our lives denying — that light and shadow don’t exist apart, but entangled. He wasn’t glorifying pain; he was confessing a truth artists rarely say out loud: the things that torment us also teach us how to see.
We spend years trying to cauterize our wounds, to sterilize the parts of ourselves that frighten us — fear, obsession, desire, despair. But those same forces carve depth into us. Without them, there’s no contrast, no compassion, no reason to create. Williams wasn’t celebrating madness; he was acknowledging that art and anguish share a bloodstream.
Maybe resilience isn’t about exorcising the demons — maybe it’s about learning to live with them without letting them drive. To take their fire, but not their chaos. After all, what’s an angel but a fallen thing that remembered how to rise?
Reflective Prompt
Which of your inner demons has taught you the most — and what would you lose if they were gone?
Memoirs of Madness 
This is great post. And this one “Maybe resilience isn’t about exorcising the demons — maybe it’s about learning to live with them without letting them drive.” will stick.
Fear is one I’d have loved to get rid off. But it has given me the chance to experience the joy of conquering it. Like doing stuff despite the fear is great. And has kept me from some very bad decisions I think. If I lost it, there’d be no joy in doing stuff. I mean, everything would be easy. Safe. If that makes sense.
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thank you
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