Day 78

I remember when I lost all control of my mind. It was a dark and scary place.

But when I look back now, there was also something really beautiful about it.

In a way, my mind felt completely free. To think what it wanted to think, to feel how it wanted to feel, to just be. 

There was no expectation to be anyone or do anything, and there were no limits. 

The smallest of things felt like the dream because anywhere else was better than the hole I was in. 

It feels like a shame that with all the work I’ve done, I lost sight of the smallest of accomplishments. 

Not anymore. 

I will never go back to that place, but maybe I need to take more lessons from it. There’s beauty in the breakdown.