I’ve been telling myself the wrong story. I lost myself in the confusion. The darkness of my mind took over with fears of not enough, not worthy. Doubt crept in and held me back. So many words of others shaping my mind. Keeping me trapped inside the cage that only I created within the matrix. So many versions of truth flooding my mind. Screaming out for help, fighting for clarity. Trying to find the alignment again. I’ve been drowning in possibilities, but none of them felt real. I turned the sword inward. I bled till there was nothing left. Then the realization came up upon me. I was my own worst enemy. Every one of them was just a mirror of my own internal demise. Projecting my internal pain into codes of my reality. I take off the rose colored glasses. My power was muted, not gone. My confidence was silenced, but I am no longer afraid to be seen, afraid to be heard. Seen for who I am. Seen for my authenticity. I take accountability. I acknowledge my mistake. I release this burden I carry. That I placed upon my fate. I clear it from my subconscious and all of my existences. I reclaim my fire and rise above. Finally, the cycle is sealed and, it is done!