That’s basically where all the shit starts, in your own mind, created by yourself. But we’re just merely humans, and I guess we’re just supposed to be that complicated?
I have been told numerous of times exactly that ” it’s all in your head”. And I can’t deny the fact that it’s true. But it’s something each and every one of us has to find out how to work on, to figure out the triggers, what you’re afraid of and what, and all the other things that come with that, and in the end, you get to the cause of the problem, maybe even the main problem as well.
No, it’s not easy at all, but for us to be able to move on, we have to do so. It’s hard, exhausting, might bring you on the edge, you want to give up, but you can’t. You know why? Because then all your efforts and progress will be for nothing.
I think I’m one of many who wish they could just open their mind and grab a problem, instead of using ages to find it, find the cause, or what it is you do. Grabbing a problem, and looking into it, like a book.
But sadly life isn’t like that, and so far as we know, we humans don’t work like that.
Eating disorders, anxiety, depression and who knows what. It’s all in your head.
I, myself react very strongly to this phrase, it makes me, angry? Annoyed? I’m not sure, but it brings out feelings in me, even though I know that it’s true, I still have my mind struggling to accept it(?)
Our minds are a strange place, it’s endless, you can lose yourself in it, get stuck, drown in confusion or who knows what. But I guess that’s what makes us humans, humans.
It’s strange how I’ve managed to somehow convince myself that I am not in control of my own mind, my own feelings, because, my mind, my feelings, are me. But it doesn’t feel like it. And that’s probably because I’ve told myself that I don’t have control, for so long.
Tell yourself something long enough, you’ll start to believe it.
Yeah, another look inside my mind and my thoughts. It probably doesn’t make much sense, not even to me, I think.
Oh well, it’s better to write about what’s on my mind at this second, than to write nothing at all.