Everyone seems to go through their own version of it eventually. Mine is defined by isolation and alienation and fear. I have had days I couldn’t imagine what feeling good meant. I have times I could not prevent my intrusive, repetitive thoughts from taking over my whole life. I have had to climb out of darkness and defeat and shame and loss - many times.

I have scars and I have wounds that won’t heal. But, I am here and I am not wallowing in misery. I refuse. These pieces are visions of Hell and they may just look weird to you, or they might resonate.

Hell, to me, is not someplace else that burns. Hell is a way you perceive the world, including yourself. It’s the consequence of making choices you feel you have to make when you know how much you want to make better choices. Hell is being unable to feel what you think you should feel and having to pretend. Hell is blocking off feeling bad about something and realizing that act cuts you off from feeling any kind of real joy. Hell is not knowing the way out, or the way home and being alone.