Every day my head gets foggier, as though I'm standing in a cloud that keeps growing. It's so comfortable to stand here, to be engulfed by white. I could walk forward and clear my head, one step at a time, finally emerging into the light that others feel. I could just as easily walk backwards, stumbling blindly with arrogance and ignorance at my side. I stand knowing that I need to do something, or I will be a slave to this place. Locked not by chains, but by comfort and ease. In this place I don't have to think, I don't have to worry. In this place there is nothing to crowd my mind. I am free. But...
It's a lie- this freedom. Underneath my skin a part of me is waiting, curled up and waiting. The impatience is crushing me, I can't contain her much longer. Her screams burn my ears, jar my heart, tear at my soul. Not much longer now, I will have to let her out. I must let her out.

This "freedom" has its price.