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Woof.
Again that dark and midnight dog
out of skulking shadow comes
baleful eye upon me fixed
to still that bright and shining fire
which burns to ward away the night;
that night which brings not restful sleep
but racking wretched wakefulness,
which hides the creeping devils
and crushes hope of morning.
Please forgive this doggerel. haha.
Re: A subjective description of living in Hell.
It sounds as though your main ways of getting through are using your intellect to understand what is happening to you, and will power. Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Also, while in pain you still seem to recognise the value of those things - satisfaction, good work, love, kindness - if only intellectually, or you seem to know from experience that you'll feel them again.
I'm sorry it hurts. I can barely imagine, really, how this must feel while it lasts. It'll probably bring you no pleasure right now, but store this up for when it does: if you can do the things that you know need to be done each day, and treat people with kindness while you yourself are feeling so utterly rotten, then you have every reason to feel proud of yourself. If you can't feel that for yourself right now, then I can feel it 'for' you until you can. :)
Re: A subjective description of living in Hell.
Re: A subjective description of living in Hell.