"I always described my grief as a deep, dark, horrible forest in which I wandered aimlessly, never finding that one path which would lead me back to a world of reason and sanity. I did not know what to do, where to turn, how to find my way back to who I once was not to mention the life I once had. The more I wandered the more lost I became. The more lost I became, the more overwhelming the fear I felt. Like Alice, I felt as if I had fallen through the looking glass into a world of the bizarre, the unexplainable. I searched for meaning, for logic, for ration in a place where none existed. The more I searched, the less there was. My only companion, my constant companion, was over riding pain, loneliness, emptiness and a feeling of complete total despair. The more I wandered in this forest of my mind, the more isolated I felt and hope for any form of redemption was fading rapidly. Each passing day brought confusion that increased, clarity that decreased; and the ever present pain which continued to grow, not diminish. " Excerpt, Suicide, Adjectives and the Rubber Ball
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 15:38:16 +0000
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