In a world full of chaos, violence, and constant trauma and disappointment, I found something that brought me to a state of mental disconnection that felt like bliss compared to what surrounded me. I found comfort in getting high. I found the momentary peace I was longing for my whole life. Until I realized that comfort was like cheese in a mouse cage. I didn't even realize the cage that came down on me until the cheese was gone. It was in that moment, that unfortunately was relived too many times, that I found myself looking around realizing those bars that surrounded me. The brutal thought came over me: "what did I do..." That realization echoed in the deepest chambers of my existence. Nobody put those bars there. I built them myself. With every decision to do the next wrong thing, to chase that cheese, another bar was sprung into existence, until the cage was built. I panicked, thinking there was no way out. I couldn't get myself out. Then I realized the only way out was to look up. There were bars around me, but no ceiling. Coming thru that ceiling was a hand reaching out to me. It said if you let go of trying to escape thru by your own will and understanding, I can show you the way out if you follow mine. The decision to reach out to that hand, letting go of my own will didn't desolve the bars that I created with my previous decisions, but it did bring me out of that cage enough to realize I didn't have to stay within that prison. It led me to a new surrounding, where I found that peace and comfort thru connections that I feared for so long. I was free. Now, everytime that cheese calls to me, cuz I'll always be that mouse, so it will, I'll remember the bars. I'll remember the cage. I'll remember that comfort is not always the way to a comfortable existence.
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Beautifully said!
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Keep coming back and never forget.)
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Love this! Thank you for sharing 
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The ending summed it up perfectly. Thx for sharing coz it's a reminder we need every now and then.
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