It’s all in your head

Do you ever get that feeling, you know when you’re hungover and you’re in your friends house and you’re so tired and sore and your mind is all over the place from “the fear” and you just wanna go home? 

I feel that, now. But I’m not hungover. I am home. I’m in bed, cosy. But my mind is sore, my mind is tired. My mind wants to go home. I feel like sometimes my mind takes trips to uncomfortable places and I don’t know how to get back. I don’t know how to get back home. So I cry because I don’t know what else to do to relieve the pain. The stress. The anxiety from being in a foreign place, mentally. I wish there was a way to book a flight or a bus or a train for your mind, that will bring it back home. Comfortable and safe. Free from tragic thought and fear. Even if there were, I don’t think I could afford it. You see, the mind is the most powerful thing in the world, the one thing people forget to take care of and yet, when our minds are sick, we don’t know how to fix it. Not alone. I just want to go back home. I just want to get back to the place I feel comfortable and safe. Confident and happy. Free and, well, me.