**May 26th, 2025.**

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A Monday morning.

And here I was, in my apartment—mind clouded with different thoughts, can’t even recognize myself or discern from what’s real or not! My wall of optimism feels like it’s losing its stronghold.

Too much sensitivity as got me overthinking the slightest of things.

7:30 in the morning, sat on my work desk.

It’s been twelve weeks and two days since I was close to who I’m, who we originally are.

Slowly loosing touch with reality. family, friends

Are just people to me. Lost all connections and at the verge of loosing faith in humanity.

The last message you sent said: "You’re on the right path trust everything is working for your highest good” and yes, I followed the road you paved—blindly, and this’s what is left of me:

Pain, Doubt, Paranoia, Anger, Distress.

Then I stopped! I stopped listening, I almost didn’t believe you anymore, i was even unsure if you were real. Maybe it’s just an illusion of the mind. After all you’re just a part of me I’ve never met who claims to have the blueprint to the greatness we desire. No, predestined to become.

This incessant thought keeps ruminating my mind as I struggled to keep concentration.

Typically how I’ve spend the past twelve weeks and two days. “INACTION!”

Waiting…

Waiting on the heavenly sign I stopped believing.

STOP BELIEVING?

STOP BELIEVING…

“STOP BELIEVING…

Why did you stop believing?” hit me as if a part of my dormant brain cell got activated. The message was clear! It was then I realized the danger at hand.

Every unsure actions, events, was part of the stringing. What shall give light to the world must endure fire.

DON’T STOP BELIEVING.