“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
and that’s what i think, as i sit here and struggle. is this in my head? is it all mental? are the anxiety, the worries, the fears, the judgements, the nerves–are they all in my head? is it all in my head? is this love in my head? this life?
and if it all is just in my head, does that even mean that it’s real? or does that make it more real than i thought it was before?