self-analysis is good but again there are chances of rumination and deferred life syndrome. you see too much. stuck in the phase of analyzing, evaluating, judging and trying to self-heal. knowledge can become a burden, because it's hard to stop. but it's possible
the deeper you dig into your soul, learning something new about your ill and being able to determine with almost academic precision what's going on with you and why – the worse it can get for you. trap of self-knowledge, woe from wit, or why fools who dgaf live much happier
to myself, i'm temple, confessor, therapist's office and prison. a victim of non-belonging, a prisoner of my own isolation and rumination. i always come back to myself, whether my soul is aching or i'm slightly happy. i am my own muse, a home, and yet – my own worst enemy
when you first encounter the crisis of disillusionment, in which your faith, hopes, and past fantasies shatter like glass, it seems that it is a terrible and unfairly received pain, but it is an important process of sobering up for any person..