When you talk about the battle that you fought against something that, in fact, you didn’t want to fight, but didn’t have a choice, you explain it as a fight against your heart. I explain mine as a fight against the religion which included comforting beliefs and friends that were my reason for living. When my reason took over and that I realized that these things, although comforting, were in fact a prison, and that I had to choose between a comfortable prison and forced work that came with it, or freedom which I was thought almost all my life to be scared of, only then did my heart have to agree with my reason, and, yes, that hurt.

I had forced my reason to be silent for a long time. Now, I could let it out because my heart was in accordance with it. Then, I can say that my heart was bruised mostly by the fact of realizing that all that I worked for all that time was in fact an enemy, and also the fact of having to accept that loved ones are in his hands and that there is nothing I can do against that. Yes, the battle field in my heart is a desert now, and there’s a lot to rebuild. Rehabilitation is slow, as you say. But I have no doubt that I didn’t fight against my heart, I fought for him. And I think you did too.

Your article is very well written, and very deep. It shows that you’re a thinker.

Thanks for reading me Anonymous,

Girafe