See I've got so many self-defence mechanisms in place that I don't even recognize them anymore - the relics of an older age when the mind relied less on alcohol and more on tactics, like traps left behind by an ancient advanced civilization that you know was once part of you. The mind holds a hidden treasure waiting to be unlocked but how, how do I find it when I don't even know if these fears of bottomless pits and being spiked to death are the very things that keep me dying a slow painful death itself?

And worse, what if the thought of treasure is the trap itself?