How I Thought Myself Sane

How I Thought Myself Sane | A Note for the Remembering Ones

“I’m the Spell, the Signal, and the Sound.” You made it here. That matters. These poems are not meant to guide you. They’re meant to confirm what you already know but might have forgotten: Your sanity is not their system. Your mind was never the problem. You are not the glitch—you are the code. Say it with me: I am not broken. I was programmed. If this collection has resonated with you and you feel like you need help embarking on your own journey to remembering, check out The Reignbow unSchool [https://thereignbowunschool.gumroad.com] for unique Virtual unLearning Experiences or to download my ebook The Reignbow Code: Transforming Pain Into Power [https://thereignbowunschool.gumroad.com/l/thereignbowcode_ebook]. You can also click here to access all of the completed parts. [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com/p/how-i-thought-myself-sane-a-poetic?r=4iegii] And if you’re really bout it— schedule your private Reignbow Realignment Session. [https://calendly.com/thereignbowcode/30min] Even if I never hear from you, I pray something resonated here for you. I love you! Peace. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thereignbowcode.substack.com [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

How I Thought Myself Sane | Part IV: The Code Recalled

Poems of Alchemy, Alignment, and Reality Creation Codes: mental alchemy, perception, liberation, creation Tone: poetic precision, cosmic clarity, anchored truth Poem Titles: * I Dream in Codes Now * The Mind Was Never the Enemy * She Gave Up Explaining * I Speak in Reflections The Code Recalled is the return. Not to a former self—but to the architect within. The poems in this section speak from the frequency of truth remembered and reclaimed. This is The Reignbow Code in motion—woven through language, memory, and mind. These words are not performances. They are instructions. Echoes of a blueprint I didn’t know I was carrying. Where the Words Became Reality There’s a quiet power that comes from alignment. Not the kind you shout from rooftops, but the kind that shifts reality without saying a word. These poems were written in that space. Where thought, spirit, and perception finally moved in harmony. By Part IV, I wasn’t searching for sanity—I was living it. Not as a destination, but as a frequency. A decision. A birthright. This isn’t the end of the story. It’s the point where remembering becomes embodiment. Where the code doesn’t just echo through the mind—it becomes the lens I live by. I didn’t arrive here by being fixed. I arrived here by being reclaimed. If you’re still with me—hay, girl hay! These words are proof that if anything is possible; everything is possible. I have one more bonus part for you, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to. You can also click here to access all of the completed parts. [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com/p/how-i-thought-myself-sane-a-poetic?r=4iegii] If it resonates, feel free to leave a reflection below or share this with someone else striving to remember. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thereignbowcode.substack.com [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

How I Thought Myself Sane | Part III: Resonance Rising

Poems of Reconnection, Inner Voice, and Self-Trust Codes: vibration, memory, intuitive knowing, reclaiming Tone: rhythmic, confident, unapologetic Poem Titles: * Mirror, Mirror, I’m the Spell * She Asked Me Who I Was Without the Noise * My Mind is a Tuning Fork * I Remembered on Purpose Resonance Rising is where everything started to sound like me again. The voices quieted. The signal got stronger. These poems carry the pulse of truth, the rhythm of return. By this point, I wasn’t begging to be saved—I was remembering how to listen. And that changed everything. These are the echoes of my own voice rising to meet me. The Frequency of Coming Home This is when I started to trust my voice again. Not just hear it—trust it. There’s a rhythm in truth that the body recognizes before the mind catches up. These poems carry that rhythm. Part III is the resonance of return. Not to perfection, but to self. To sovereignty. To the memory that I had always been the one I was waiting for. These words are louder, clearer, and rooted in something real. They don’t ask for permission. They just are. The voice in my head stopped whispering warnings and started offering wisdom. And for the first time, I listened without flinching. If you’re still with me—we are almost there. These words are a reminder that there is always hope, you just have to know what to do with it. Part IV— the final installment of this collection — will arrive soon, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to. You can also click here to access all of the completed parts. [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com/p/how-i-thought-myself-sane-a-poetic?r=4iegii] If it resonates, feel free to leave a reflection below or share this with someone else navigating the edge. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thereignbowcode.substack.com [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

How I Thought Myself Sane | Part II: Reflections in the Dark

Poems of Awareness, Resistance, and Glimmers of Truth Codes: pattern recognition, resistance, questioning, reflection Tone: contemplative, frustrated, flickering light Poem Titles: * The First Time I Heard My Own Voice * I Saw Myself in Someone Else’s Lie * This Program is Bugged * Thinking in Morse Code Reflections in the Dark is where awareness begins to flicker. Where confusion gives way to clarity—but not without resistance. These poems live in that in-between space: you’re waking up, but you’re still tangled in the web. Here is where I began to question everything, especially myself. And in the questioning… I heard something real. These are the reflections I saw when I stopped running from the dark. When the Mirror Started Talking Back I used to think resistance meant I was doing something wrong. Now I know it’s one of the first signs of remembering. These poems were born in the tension between doubt and awakening. I started noticing patterns—not just in the world around me, but in my own thoughts. Thoughts that didn’t sound like me, didn’t feel like me, but had been narrating my life for years. Part II lives in that flicker. That first spark. It’s frustrated, flickering, and not yet free—but the shift has begun. These words aren’t polished revelations. They’re the voice I’d buried, cracking through the surface. It’s the moment I stopped performing confusion and started asking the right questions. It’s when the mirror stopped reflecting what I was told—and started showing me who I actually was. If you’re still with me—peace, beloved. These words simply want you to remember the light. It still shines, you just have to believe in it. Part III will arrive soon, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to. You can also click here to access all of the completed parts. [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com/p/how-i-thought-myself-sane-a-poetic?r=4iegii] If it resonates, feel free to leave a reflection below or share this with someone else navigating the edge. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thereignbowcode.substack.com [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

How I Thought Myself Sane | Part I: Echoes of the Edge

Poems of Dissociation, Confusion, and Survival Codes: fear, distortion, forgetting, programming Tone: honest, vulnerable, haunting Poem Titles: * The Noise in My Head Wasn’t Mine * Diagnosed by Ghosts * I Said I Was Fine * How to Outrun a Memory Echoes of the Edge is the beginning of a layered journey—a poetic record of what it means to lose your grip on what’s real, only to find a deeper truth beneath the chaos. Each part stands on its own, but together they trace the arc of remembering myself. Part I is where the distortion lives. These are poems from the edge—where the programming is loud, the memories are blurry, and the performance of being “fine” begins to crack. Before you read the poems, I invite you into the space they came from. A Quiet Witness to Madness I didn’t write these poems to be understood. I wrote them because I was drowning. This is a time capsule from the season when my thoughts didn’t feel like my own—when I couldn’t tell the difference between who I was and what I had been programmed to believe. It’s raw. Disjointed. Honest in a way that only pain can be. These are the poems that came through when I had nothing left but the noise in my head and the quiet whisper of something that still wanted to live. If they feel chaotic, it’s because I was. If they feel haunted, it’s because I was. If they feel like fragments, it’s because I didn’t know I was allowed to be whole. I share them now not as a map, but as a mirror—for anyone who has ever felt trapped in their own mind, unsure if they’d make it out. This is my witness: That even in distortion, a deeper truth is always trying to break through. If you’re still with me—thank you. These words are tender evidence of a time when I wasn’t sure healing was possible. Part II will arrive soon, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to. If it resonates, feel free to leave a reflection below or share this with someone else navigating the edge. You can also click here to access all of the completed parts. [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com/p/how-i-thought-myself-sane-a-poetic?r=4iegii] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thereignbowcode.substack.com [https://thereignbowcode.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]