During my past two years, I had nights of those severe thinking.
The kind of thinking that exhausts your mental faculties 'till your brains pinch you in pain. I cried. Coldness echoed in my bones. I had nights of crying myself to sleep and I stayed days sleep-deprived unraveling my thoughts, my incoherent thoughts pleading for any sense in the maze. But never had I felt sad.
I was curious rather, curious
to approach insanity then reach grounds of sanity, to approach fear then reach grounds of confidence for what I stand for...
I end up exploring a new scope of myself.
I end up happy.
I end up new.
I end up out of an awkward self questioning to self assuredness.
YOUR own thoughtful mind is ferocious, it overcomes your own fears (insecurities), it redefines past for a healthy present .. Only if YOU allowed.