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This isn’t like a sharp pain. No.
It is not like the jab of a sword nor the sting of a slap.
This, feels numb. Slowly consuming what’s inside.
It feasts on my worries and excretes stress into my
mind, plaguing it with insects of fear that swarm
around my brain.
I cannot stop the whispers and threats inside my head.
I see it loom over like a shadow. What am I doing here
now? What should I have done to do better? Will things
ever get better? Or will this horrendous process repeat
again in a grueling cycle?
I am still me.
The irony of it all is that what I see as a mountain, others
see as an anthill. What I call a monster, others call a mere
They don’t see what I see.
They don’t think how I think.
It does not help that my mind seems to always deviate
from the conventional sense of other minds.
When I sit down and truly think, I too see the anthill
and I too see the critter. But for some reason, the
apparition of the mountain and the monster never
leave my mind.
No matter what my sense tells me - that the problem
isn’t as big as it seems - my mind takes over and veils the
small with a cloak, making it look ominous.
The mind is the master of illusion and traps.
I see an escape. But right now, it is a keyhole. The way
out will only widen through a change in mindset.
But how can I change my mindset when it is set in stone,
made of steel and locked in chains? I see that slowly the
stone is eroding, the steel is melting, and the chains are
But when will they grow weak enough for me to break free?
How can I help myself so that the monstrosity leaves and I
can truly breathe again?
I am still me.
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