This is the hardest part of it all, accepting. There are so many thoughts, emotions, and feelings that’s caged inside of your body with no point of escape. I can feel it all bottling up inside of me, unsettled – as if my mental is a victim of my physical. They say “caging a beast will never end well in the end”, at this point I can attest to that. My sanity is going, I’m losing grip of my control, I’m simply losing my mind. Don’t take this lightly, I mean this is in every context you’re able to put that line in.

My life is one that’s been on a journey. My mental was built on experience, what little I may have to some, what great amount I have according to myself. I’ve molded my mental with confidence, not of it’s ability to hold my mind, but with confidence that my mind would not be altered by external factors. But you see, I’m a dreamer, some may call me something of an optimist. I’m hopeful in what greatness tomorrow may bring, by of course excluding the negative possibilities.

It seems thought that reality is winning against this fantasy of a world I’ve been hiding behind. This charade, this facade of a life. I’ve sentenced my mind to a lifetime of no escape, no chance of being free, for the only FREEdom I had was if my mind stayed with me. I can feel the battering, the tearing down of walls, the movements searching a way of escape. I cannot allow my fortress to be breached, I WILL not allow that.

I’ve realized and decided that I must win this battle, but to win takes great sacrifice. My mind will never be at peace if it’s not at peace. Enough of the fighting, it’s time to start ACCEPTING what is and put your mind to rest.