[Music bed: low drone, soft heartbeat rhythm, gentle breath, no heavy drop yet.] --- Today is not escape. Today's not entertainment. This day court's in session. I've entered the inner court of my own being, and I'm not here to lie for, or to myself anymore. I'm not here to protect the old man. I'm not here to defend the wounds that became weapons. I'm not here to worship pain just because pain feels familiar. I'm here to witness. I'm here to repent. I'm here to correct. I'm here to become whole. Breathe in. Hold. Release. I don't have to believe every thought that enters my mind. A thought isn't a command. A feeling is not a law. A memory is not my master. A wound isn't my identity. I've carried things that were never meant to become my name. Fear tried to name me. Failure tried to name me. Rejection tried to name me. Anger tried to name me. Shame tried to name me. But I'm not here to be renamed by pain. I'm here to return to truth.
