Today I was a little sad.

Not depressive or anything. Just a healthy dose of sadness.

I was thinking about my time from age 17–25 where I was held in my own mental prison and this just got me real sad.

Those nine years of my life that I can’t get back, I wasted away in a mental prison. And the funny part, I acted like a prisoner. I kept the same routine for years, depended on other people’s goodwill and initiative for a temporary change in my life.