THE MIND BEHIND THE MADNESS

Meet Jaie

I’ve been an avid dreamer for as long as I can remember—building and breaking entire worlds in my mind since childhood.
My mother was always reading. Every day, often with coffee and smoke in hand, she'd devour book after book. I envied that—her peace, her passion, the way she could disappear into stories. I never knew I’d one day write something for her.
The first real thing I ever wrote for others to hear?
A eulogy…
For my mother.
I had watched her absorb millions of fantastical words over the years… and now, I was the one putting words to page for her. I felt something click—something that felt like purpose, though I didn’t recognize it fully then.
Afterward, people approached me in tears:
“That was the most beautiful eulogy I’ve ever heard.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d been told my words held rhythm and weight. But I brushed the calling aside. I tried every career, chased every fleeting interest—until there was nothing left but the dream I’d buried.