Soooo...
A couple weeks ago I was in the mental hospital.
The diagnosis was that I was on drugs and trippin basically.
But, to tell you all the truth...the trip didn't begin when everyone thinks it did.
I had been on my journey for awhile
Detaching myself from things and people
But towards a happier place...
It was the sweet outdoors...
nature...
and love was floating around all in it.
I was at such a peace.
Everything I saw was beautiful.
I didn't think anything of it because I knew that I was on my way towards some good news.
Everything that I could ever want or ask for was at the end of this journey and I just had to push forward.
Till I got there...
Being there helped me to understand what my problems and issues were, and not only that but to approach them and deal with them better so that the consequences hurt less.
That place became home to me.
A place for learning, a place for achieving and overcoming...
a place that's okay to visit but not okay to dwell for too long.
And to this day, I believe that it was just God's voice that I was following.
Long story short...
I'm saved.
