What is it exactly that drives the human mind to think the thoughts that we believe to be true? Is it a chemical that produces thoughts or is it something more? Why is it, that thoughts can be influenced by others around us? How does that work? Maybe there is something else behind the brain that drives it. Or it could be I'm thinking too hard now, or maybe that I just got back from theropy. Theropy for some reason always makes me feel worse. I don't know if it is because they pin point all your..flaws? Or to me that the principle of "theorpy" is a load of shit. That the theropist actually "was just like you" when they were your age, or that they seem to judge you the minute you sign your soul to them to pledge that you will speak your mind. It makes me feel as if I am in a corner..and stuck there, it almost makes me feel worse then when I first entered. I felt free before there, yet now, I feel too..thoughtful. My thoughts seem to race more, seem to focus on what she says. "You lost your voice, and we need to find it" How is it that one looses its voice. I voice my opinon in a deeper way then most. I believe in individuality, voice own opinons even when you are dragged down for them, and yet..now I question all motives that I once held dear. So is this theropy really working? or making it worse? & since when..have I had ADHD?..strange thoughts. One thing..that pushes me probably over the edge..is when they ask how you release your pain. I don't want, I don't want to go backwards in my life, my life has been full of..pity which is unwanted, and depression because of things that have happened in my life, I've been over my pain in my mind at least a hundred times and yet, it still continues to grow. This pain seems to be killing me inside, yet it keeps me alive. Pain is just a way to reduce other damages to our bodies, yet people do some..different things when their in pain. Maybe I'm just overthinking things, maybe I'm completely out of my mind right now, but its fine. Inside the prison of my mind, is my formal self, longing to return to its body. Until then, I will sell my soul to the devil know as a "theropist" and hope to return to myself.