Personal Reflection
The mind can be a brutal warden. I’ve locked myself in cells I built, believing lies I whispered into my own ear until they felt like truth. It’s strange—freedom isn’t always about breaking out of something; sometimes it’s about noticing the door was never locked. The moment you stop treating your doubts as facts, the bars start to rust.

Reflective Prompt
What’s one belief you’ve carried about yourself that you now know isn’t true? How did you realize it was time to let it go?