You're standing in a field of swords you put there, blindfolded by a story you wrote, tied up by a belief system that stopped serving you so long ago you forgot you agreed to it. Nobody locked you in. Nobody's keeping you there.

The swords aren't even touching you. The blindfold and ropes are loose. The only thing making this a prison is your absolute certainty that it is one.

Take your mental blindfold off. Question the narrative. What are you telling yourself you can't do, can't have, can't be, that simply isn't true?