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Trapped In My Own Mind

Do you see the sadness in my eyes? Can you see what’s going on? Or can I fool you with a smile that masks how I feel inside? How much longer can I play this game? How much longer till I break?

I feel trapped in my lies. I feel trapped in my mind. I’m trapped inside a dark place where no one can hear me scream, where no one can hear me cry, where no one can see me without a mask. All I want to do is to be free. All I want is someone who’ll listen to me.

Albert Einstein once said “How many people are trapped in their everyday habits: part numb, part frightened, part indifferent? To have a better life we must keep choosing how we are living.”

In a world with billions of people, we tend to get lost in our own minds. Our own minds trap us in a dark place, a place we can’t seem to escape. A place where we are numb to the core, a place where there is no light, only darkness.

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It is a scary place to be, especially when you have no one to talk to, when you have no one who’ll listen to you. But I think there is more to it than that. There’s a history to this feeling of being trapped.

The technical term is cleithrophobia. Cleithrophobia is the fear of being trapped. It occurs when you are locked inside a place. But that place doesn’t have to be a physical location. It can be a mind.

I believe that fear of being locked in deals a lot with our minds. Humans can get locked in with our emotions, not being able to get out of our own head. This can be very scary when all your emotions are just hitting you all at once with no warning at all. I believe that I suffer from cleithrophobia, although I’m hesitant to put a label on it because I don’t want to seem like an attention-seeker at all.

This world needs more people who’ll listen to each other, who’ll be there. This world needs more compassion, understanding, and patience with each other. We need each other more than ever, especially in those times when we feel trapped.


About The Author: Nelly Celeste Carias is a junior at high school. She loves the rain, the smell of vanilla, and her loved ones.


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