I felt as though I was headed in the right direction. Yet some where along the way I began to mix worldly things with God. We all know how dangerous that is. I wasn’t as strong in God as I should so day by day my flesh played with the worldly things and as time went on I began to lose the spiritual part of my life. As each day went by I tried to hide what really was going on inside, trying to keep up with the life I had in God. I found myself watching things on TV, and being drawn into them as though I was living the life. I got so deep into these movies that I started fantasizing and couldn’t separate reality from fairytale. Such a sad thing to admit, I still can’t separate reality from fairytale. Eventually the people I thought I was fooling end up being myself standing all alone, because no one was really being fooled, I was like a broken mirror that everyone could see the real me, a million broken pieces shattered on the floor, every time I tried to pick up a piece I was tortured with pain of little pieces of glass getting stuck in my flesh. That’s how I felt my life was at times, unfixable and tormented. I could no longer keep my cool, and I knew that soon it was going to be time for me to make my exit.