I’m in a vast field with one oak tree. The small blades of grass prickle my skin as I lay under the tree, watching the leaves slowly move, receiving shade from them. I look up at the clear blue sky and see nothing, no birds, and no clouds, simply nothing. I feel the wind. It softly touches every single last cell on my body. It flows through my hair, and I get a rush of serenity. I’m all alone. I feel safe. No one can hurt me here in my sanctuary. I close my eyes for a little while, and I open them back up to see everything turning black. I sit up quickly; I can feel the panic building up inside of me. What’s happening to my sanctuary? Why is it rotting away? I scream an ear piercing scream when I see my beautiful Oak tree turn to dust. It crumbled to nothing right before my saddened, blue eyes. The grass dies and turns black, as black as everything else. There is no sky. Nothing. Just sheer blackness. It’s not the good kind of blackness either. It’s scary. I start to feel like I’m suffocating. I try to scream again, but nothing comes out. I am silenced by the darkness that surrounds me. Will someone save me? Save me from my own “sanctuary”? Save me from my only escape? Save me from my beautiful sanctuary that turned to nothing? I fall to my knees. I can feel the cold, salty, tears running down my rosy read cheeks. I don’t bother to wipe them away. I feel nothing. I feel nothing as I now realize my sanctuary was never a place of peace and freedom, but a place of darkness, fueled by my own dark emotions. A place I created on my own. A place I once loved, but now fear. A place that isn’t really a place but my own mind. I now fear my own mind.