This time around

Click here to escape!I am trying to tell myself something. My brain is crying out to be saved. I've just surrendered to the fact that I am in need of help. Self help. My brain has been telling em for weeks that it's in trouble. It won't let me wake up and won't let me sleep. It won't stay focused and can only focus on certain things. So now I must help it. find out the source of it's pain and eradicate it. If this were a physical thing I could let my brain know that this will pass. Eventually physical pain will heal and all will be forgotten. But emotional pain bears no resemblance to physical pain. The physical is healed automatically by the brain, sometimes with a little outside help. But the emotional is healed consciously. A thought process has to begin, a strategy followed. It cannot begin automatically. So I now have the realisation that something needs to be fixed. I knew that before. But then again I didn't. I thought I was on the right track. But now I have made the conscious decision that I have not got the slightest clue what to do next. I'm not on the right track, I have no ideas and I'm far from healed. But I do know that I have to do something. Perhaps now that journey will start in earnest. As I sit here in the lamplight, I wonder where my brain will take me on it's journey to be healed. And I wonder who will come with me. Some deep thought needs to be applied here. And against my usual character, some bold steps need to be taken. Again I say, good luck and God speed.