A letter, never having been sent

My Mind, My Heart, My Soul

Dearest Mind,

Of all, I beg your forgiveness the most. Even though I have been through such turmoil, you never abandoned me until the end. I know it was my fault that you fled, for I could not meet your expectations. I could not focus on the things that would have brought us back together. I loved you the most, my dearest Mind. Together we would have taken the world by storm. Nothing would have been able to stop us as we climbed the to the Everest of our field. Society would have worshiped us, admired us, written long histories in our honor.

I cannot even recall when I first failed you, my Mind. Was it when I turned to self-pity when the obstacles became too difficult? Was it when I abandoned the real world to find a quieter, happier place inside myself? I know each time I did this I hurt you deeply. I am very sorry.

And what I am most sorry for is taking this action, ending it all, asking what is behind the veil of death, knowing full well the abyss is eternal darkness, a place where you will never be. My decision was to abandon you completely. Perhaps I am feeling anger at you for not saving me. I trusted you completely in the beginning. I learned you were fallible and that hurt me deeply. I trusted you and wanted to stand by you completely. Your word was law to me, but you deceived me. Not intentionally, I understand, but you deceived me. How could I ever trust you again? A trust, once broken, will never be strong again.

I know though, my dearest mind, that you never gave up on me. I gave up on me. You continued to work in my favor, you continued to put yourself on the line for me, I just couldn