Weirdly
As the depression lifts and the dense fog slowly and inconsistently disperses, I'm left standing I. Front of a black obelisk. There are no inscribed words but instead a generative hum.
It says: your life has no purpose or meaning, David.
It says: why are you here? You have no family.
It says: you have lost your way and you have no path forward.
It says: you are not loved by people and they will never offer the nurturing you need. You made terrible partners choices for yourself and you can't redeem the debt you created for yourself by wasting your love.
It says: it is not possible to recover from trauma of this magnitude. Your years of powerful healing and the resultant strength are over.
It says: you'll have to paddle as hard as you can every moment now or you will surely drown.
It says: hold yourself tight David. You are all that you have and you must find love inside in the time you have left or you will expire very very soon. Perhaps today. Maybe this moment.
It says: your life has no purpose or meaning, David.
It says: why are you here? You have no family.
It says: you have lost your way and you have no path forward.
It says: you are not loved by people and they will never offer the nurturing you need. You made terrible partners choices for yourself and you can't redeem the debt you created for yourself by wasting your love.
It says: it is not possible to recover from trauma of this magnitude. Your years of powerful healing and the resultant strength are over.
It says: you'll have to paddle as hard as you can every moment now or you will surely drown.
It says: hold yourself tight David. You are all that you have and you must find love inside in the time you have left or you will expire very very soon. Perhaps today. Maybe this moment.
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