Mind.

The mind is an extremely powerful thing. It governs your thoughts, your feelings, and even your behaviour. Sometimes it allows you to transcend an understanding beyond itself and then slowly guides you towards that enlightenment by leaking vestiges of ineffective, erroneous coping mechanisms into your awareness. Like in "Sybil" and "Switching Time", both leads formed personalities that are embedded in the troughs of their subconscious in order to cope with the traumas; and when conditions become less disturbing, the subconscious seeks for self-help, and it even seeks to establish contact with the "host" and allowed themselves to die off in the process of healing-- in both cases, both of their alter-egos went to look for the psychiatrists.
The mind is self-healing.

The mind protects itself, even without you knowing it. It forms whatever coping mechanism it could scramble for, with whatever intellectual, emotional and physical capabilities that are available at that moment. If it has the privilege of being highly intellectual (not wise), it justifies. If it is emotional, it badgers itself with a battery of intense feelings, and makes you cry uncontrollably. Sometimes it eggs you on to shout, scream and badger someone else in order to relieve itself. Sometimes, it even bolsters up enough courage to overcome the fear of physical pain or even (dreadfully) the fear of death, and takes your life away. Erroneous, yes, but it heals the pain by making it go away.

Though the mind is powerful, it is sometimes not very wise. It is complicated and it grows even more complicated every moment of its way, like the web made from a single thread, meshed up to form nodules and sticky wispy strands; it grows and grows and grows. It confuses itself and makes fallacious arguments and decisions that could be contrary to what it made up its mind about. Compounding the problem, it attempts to compartmentalise itself, disconnect itself into parts, even as it knows it quite impossible to do so. Compartmentalising is essentially and eventually suicidal and detrimental to the wholeness of its connected beautiful structure-- the mesh.

The mind is a complex creature, with a life of its own. It reflects the world out there, complex and filled with grey areas (grey matter. Ha. Ha.). It continuously changes like the sky, a piece of it here and there. Maturity (of the mind) is an overrated term; it is an euphemism for the begrudging acceptance of pain and sufferings. Let the parts of the mind's youth and child-like optimism manifests themselves for hope. And then after which, with maturity, re-establish its connection with God. 'Cause He is the enlightenment beyond your mind.