Mad Wxman (Nic's Version)
- Nicole Rose
- Jan 11
- 3 min read
Updated: Mar 30
Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn? Does she smile? Or does she mouth: Welcome back to the Daily Debrief.
Everyone loves a little girl and her thingamabobs. Our society has made that painfully clear.
🎵But no one likes a mad wxman. 🎶
And as a really *insert expletive here* mad wxman, I’ve learned saying less is indeed more. Go sit with those first few lines again.
🎵What a shame she went mad! 🎶
…is it, though?
What might happen if that beautiful, angry energy was handled with curiosity instead of judgement?
✨ Could it become the art you see so clearly and listen to so loudly? The kind that moves quietly through you until, one day, everything starts to feel a little different, but you can’t put your finger on why?
✨ The kind that fuels everlasting change? Anger breeds clarity of purpose when it’s explored, and it can become the shout heard round the world when used with precision.
🎵 Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy... what about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. 🎶
It can be difficult to move with precision without adequate think time. We teach this to our babies, but we forget to offer it to ourselves and each other.
🧙♀️ There’s a pattern to this, and if you’ve lived it, you already know it:
She was loved for being polite, obedient, and manageable. But when she grew sharp edges, they called it madness.
She didn’t go mad. She just stopped smiling through it.
And suddenly, the wxman once praised for her potential becomes a cautionary tale.
🎵 They say move on, but you know I won't. Women like hunting witches, too. 🎶
Sometimes, the people who hurt you most are the ones who should know better. The same people who demand your silence often fought for their own voice.
👸 It’s another classic tale:
A wxman claws her way to safety. She builds a tower out of everything she’s survived. Her tower is high and cold and unshakable — because that’s how she stays safe.
But over time, she forgets why she built it.
She forgets she was supposed to come back down.
🎵 Good wives always know, she should be mad, should be scathing like me but no one likes a mad wxman. 🎶
Then there’s those who succumb to the king's rule of thumb. I’m not judging. Stay in your lane if you must. Survive, mama! 🫶
👩👧👦 It is another timeless narrative:
Once there was a wxman who bent to the will of her king, her sharp edges dulled into something easier to hold. When her anger rose, threatening to spill over, she swallowed it whole, believing his promise that her silence was noble.
In the end, she got exactly what she was promised:
Rage hidden beneath a crown that never truly felt like her own.
Anger is uncomfortable to look at. And I hate to be the one to break it to you, but we’re all mad here... So, what if I proposed an alternative within reach?
What if being well-liked wasn’t the goal?
What if it was just being heard?
What if, next time —
You didn’t look away when anger bubbles to the surface?
What if you held it?
Let it breathe. Let it run wild.
And then tamed it on your own terms?
What if it led you home?
Thanks for reading the Daily Debrief! Witches, evil queens and good wives are always welcome. ✨
<3 Nic
recovering workaholic | former good wife
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