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The thin line between sanity and insanity




It's like a wall that's separates us from the grim shadows on the other side.

One wrong thought or sequence of thoughts and you're gone.

In your mind, you need a filter or there's going to be a lot of junk in there, tons of toxic junk you don't need. Junk like;

Do I look okay today? Am I good enough? What do they think about me? I'm never going to make it!

You do know depression and anxiety are associated with thought, right?

Your mind is too precious to harbor filth, so do away with them and let fresh air in.

The person you are now, has already been established in your mind. 

So, be careful about who you think you are because very shortly you'll see yourself becoming just that.

Think positive, speak positive, be positive;

"I can do this."

"I'm brilliant."

"I'm smart."

"I'm in it to win it."

"I'm beautiful."

It all starts up there.

Too many times many have found themselves climbing over that wall, that clearly has 'DO NOT CROSS' written all over it, some have even created a door through it, so they come and go as they wish and so are unstable.

Stay on the sane side my friend, don't go to the dark side, quite literally.



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So guys what do you think? I hope you enjoy this! You're mind is a Haven, treat it as such.👍

Do you find it difficult thinking positively? Comment down below.❤️ And please don't forget to add your name.🤗 Thank you.

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