I’ve been thinking about my mind lately, about how the voice in my head gives meaning to the world around me. I’ve realized it is like a maze, where I stumble around searching for answers that can’t be found. These halls are filled with the echoes of the past, as the ghosts of previous thoughts haunt me.

My mind creates an entirely new world just for me, which isn’t always the same as reality. This world is made out of stories that tell me who I was, who I am, and who I will become. By learning to change the stories that my brain tells me, I can take control of my narrative; by changing my thinking, I can change my life.

It might take some time to use the stories to my advantage, but for now, I can start by releasing the trust that I have placed in the current narrative. It can all change in an instant; it is just a matter of shifting perspective. My thoughts aren’t true, they are just a version of reality – there are many other version I can choose to believe that are just as valid.