I've been living inside my mind for as long as I can remember.
It's because the world inside my mind > reality.
Yields great benefits, but just as awful consequences.
My mind is a prison.
For me to start living my life, reality needs to be = or > the world inside my mind.
I've tried lots of different ways to make this so, but I realized I can't do it without the help of the man upstairs.
Every decision is a good one.
The things that actually happen have more significance to me than the things that I imagine are happening or will happen.
Events based on reality are the way in which the man communicates with me.
Conclusion: Trust what happens. And one day, God willing, reality > mind, and I will finally leave this prison for good.