Never have I been arrested nor seen a moment in jail, but I have spent a good portion of many days chained away in a dungeon: the prison of “myself”. There have been thoughts that permeated my being which later proved to be unsubstantiated doubts based on not even a shred of evidence. I have been accused, tried and found guilty by the court of my mind for the same offense, over and over and over. Qualms about the future that never manifested have been frequent conquerors. Fear and dread have held me in their grip when they lacked the power to do so, yet I let them bind me anyway. The judge that sits in my head is ruthless and it’s my choice how much I listen. Unless I chose to pay as little attention as possible I become my own jailer.
Self is the only prison
that can ever bind the soul.
Henry Van Dyke
Male Codependence 
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