I like to think of my mind as a glass bottle. A beautiful elegant thin hazy colored bottle. Shake the bottle and you know what is clearly inside. However, look closely and you see nothing. You see nothing until you have shaken the object too much. Causing the bottle to burst and its contents spilling on the floor, only to be cleaned and forgotten. It is strange to describe yourself in such a way I know but it is the only way. Changing ones, self to move on from a glass bottle mind to one of a bucket is difficult. The things that infect our minds stick around and mess with us. For me I have had many people shake and shatter my bottle but I always have enough glue to piece myself together again to survive another day in life.