9, april 2025. 8:50AM

log no. 0409 from my mental basement.

a short reflective essay: the brain and its power.

the brain is not a passive witness to life, it is the quiet architect of experience. it filters, arranges, and interprets the world not as it is, but as it believes it to be. and belief, once settled, becomes law. if one carries the conviction that they are always left behind, the mind will obediently seek evidence. for instance: a delayed response becomes rejection, a subtle shift becomes betrayal. in this way, reality bends itself to the shape of expectation. the more one believes it, the more one sees it. the more one sees it, the more it feels true. thus belief gives birth to perception and perception shapes the world.

i speak of this as someone who once drowned in self-hatred so quietly it felt like truth. i've lived in a low state of frequency before. in those years, nothing could convince me i was worthy, not because there was no proof, but because my mind could not recognize it. i was feeding an illusion i didn’t know i had chosen. and here, the ego plays its subtle role as the keeper of the familiar. it clings to the idea and pain it knows, fearing the unknown more than the wound. it tells us, “this is who we are,” even when that story is heavy with suffering.

but what's amazing is the mind, for all its loyalty to the past, is capable of change. it is forever evolving. if it can craft a cage, it can just as easily construct a gate. the shift begins with awareness, with the smallest flicker of doubt that maybe the old story is not the only one worth telling. and from there, a slow reformation begins. we learn to believe something gentler. something new. and the mind begins to search for proof of that, too. because it always does what it does best: reflect what it thinks is true.