My life is now a constant fear of being near to the thing inside my skull called a brain. My depression has gone from me being comfortable with it to me avoiding my inner feelings like a plague. Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. Sad. Sad.. Trying to escape the fear of the thing inside my skull called a brain is nearly impossible, but you can call up a doctor and hope that the miracle medicine balances out the chemical imbalance in the the thing inside your skull. I just guess I'll have to pull back the layers of trauma and go down to what's really affecting me. Failure. Failure is not the thing inside my skull, it's just a production put on by it. Yet it still strikes fear into the organs inside my rib cage sending them into overdrive.