If you grew
up hearing voices,
you'd
probably not know
the
difference
between a quiet
mind
and a
cluttered mess of a brain,
but
thankfully,
now my mind
lets me sleep at night . . .
Sometimes. .
.
To be clear,
I didn't
grow up hearing voices,
they kind of
crept up on me
in the worst
sort of way,
but hey,
at least I'm
not in that place
where my bed
smelled like gasoline
and my head would
dream uncontrollably
as my heart screamed so loudly
for someone
to come get me out of there.
No one gave
me a list,
no one
showed me the steps
to growing a
clear mind.
To gain even
the slightest
peace of
mind,
all I ever really needed
all I ever really needed
was some
acceptance,
but not from
any of you.
Whoever you may
be.
I needed it
from myself.
and
ultimately I believe
I needed to
live through the clutter,
not just to
get to the quiet
but also to
overcome
the entirety
of the fear
I felt for
so long.
