My Defective Mind

So I am reading this book called Healing Is A Choice by Stephen Arterburn. Is a good book... sometimes I don't like what it says because well because its right lol but its a good book. So I am reading and it says something that really surprised me. It said "The mind we use to do so much is a defective organ." I was like WHAT? What do you mean my mind is defective?? (that's what happens when you don't finish reading) So I continued to read "It is so sick that microbiologists end up delivering mail. Pastors end up selling stocks and bonds. Married men end up in relationships with prostitutes. Woman end up living like doormats. Geniuses end up behind bars. Wealthy people shoplift. Healthy people gain 180 pounds. Mothers hit the children they love. Fathers molest the children they always dreamed of treating better they were treated. Teachers end up selling insurance. Counselors end up in inappropriate relationships with those they wanted to help. Fun and exciting people end up bolted to the security of their own homes, unable to walk out the front door. The sick mind does all this and more." After I read that I started putting my own stuff in there stuff like "Beautiful skinny girls think they are fat and become anorexic. People decided to deal with the pain life brings by cutting. The people who long for love push those who love them away because they are afraid of it." It didn't take long for me to realize that my mind is defective. I never thought of it like that. our lives can fall apart right in front of our eyes and we sit there thinking that we can find away to fix it. But do we REALLY think that we can fix it? I mean HELLO we got ourselves into this mess. If we were smart we wouldn't be in the position we are in - in the first place. "The sick mind that lead us down the wrong path is not going to somehow find the right path one day. In order to find that path we must seek help beyond ourselves. We must reach out and find the help that we need." Now I don't know about you but that is the part that I have trouble with. Reaching out. That's just hard for me but when i read this I kinda realized that I'm not guna be able to do this on my own. I need help and that's going to take a lot of work on my part. Time will not make the problem go away, I am not capable of fixing the problem. I need help its just that simple. Luckily there is this guy He goes by many names; I AM, Jehovah, Father, The Amen, Redeemer, Prince of Peace. He is the creator of universe, the Savior of the world, He is my heavenly father and he will never leave me. The best part is if I let him he can fix my defective mind.