But maybe what they feared was never madness.
Maybe it was a woman who could still feel injustice like a wound, who refused to call cruelty normal, who never learned how to watch suffering quietly and call that sanity.
My name is Nayeli Cárdenas.
They locked me away for ten years because I frightened them.
But when my sister needed someone strong enough to stand between her and the monsters in her home, that same fury gave us back our lives.
And for the first time, the thing they called dangerous became the very thing that saved us.
