In the quest for personal growth, I realized that my soul in ][the Trouble][ wasn't frozen over out of entrapment, but out of preservation. So I continued on, looking into myself to see what else was going on to make me encapsulate myself like this. What about my soul was I afraid of that I would encase my true essence like this?

I marched on.

And I came to a darkened cave filled with cold, black water. The deeper in I went, the deeper the water became. It also filled me with anxiety and despair. This must be a place of which I stored much devastation. Or where it felt comfortable accumulating. Whichever the case, I wasn't sure what to do about it. My pain; the things I'd gone through and my mental illnesses are valid parts of me. But I know I haven't been handling them properly. So maybe this water isn't a bad thing? ...so confused.