My Past Self Recalls Myself
The Darkness I Do Not Enjoy — Yet Know So Well
The innermost recesses of my psyche house an enigmatic obscurity, a contouring darkness that only a minuscule segment of individuals have managed to comprehend.
It’s an uninviting, warped habitat, devoid of windows or doors, crammed with discarded fears, dread, and clandestine truths I’ve sworn to keep shrouded from the light as long as I draw breath.
I was the perpetrator of my own torment, redirecting the onslaught towards myself to evade the sting of neglect and abandonment. This manifested in my prepubescent form as a psychological malformation and genital stimulation, serving as a diversion from the shattering of my young, innocent heart.
This plunge is not for the feeble-hearted but for those who are conduits of anguish, healers who can withstand emotional, mental, and spiritual battering, faint, yet return to face the battle again.
Those who dare to venture into this chasm, thrust into unexplored terrain, need to endeavor to empathize with themselves and disengage from their haunting memories; survival is the paramount objective.
The all-engulfing, unforgiving darkness within a stranger is a torment to my soul as I inadvertently absorb their energy, oblivious to the healing sufferer. As a stranger offers no perspective or understanding, the agony of a rapist and pedophile is the darkness I vow never to endure again. To truly comprehend this shadow is to face the most sinister facets of humanity and understand the depths of degradation that lurk within us all. It’s a journey that few dare to embark on, but the rewards for those who do are profoundly shocking and intellectually illuminating.
Beneath the facade of our minds lies a convoluted, terrifying realm of darkness, known only to a brave few who have dared to probe its depths. This abyss drenches you with unspeakable horrors and unfathomable secrets that we conceal from the world, lest they discover the true monstrosities that lurk within us. Those who risk descending into this abyss face the possibility of being devoured by its omnipresent darkness, suffering from irrevocable physical and mental harm caused by prolonged periods of isolation within their subconscious. It’s a journey reserved for the bravest and most audacious, but for those who dare to undertake it, the rewards are startling and intellectually enriching.
The longer one remains isolated within their subconscious, the greater the risk of causing irreparable damage to their physical and mental well-being.
As days morph into months and years, the isolation within the subconscious mind exacts a dark toll on the body and spirit. It’s a gradual descent into insanity, a journey to the depths of one’s psyche where the darkness conceals and the demons lurk. The longer one lingers in this abyss, the more irreparable the damage becomes, leaving deeper scars on the mind and body. It’s a chilling testament to the fragility of the human spirit and the devastating ramifications of prolonged solitude with one’s own thoughts.
As the mind spirals further into the abyss of isolation, the subconscious starts to decay like a fetid corpse. Months transition into years, and the damage to the body and mind becomes irreversible, trapping one in a perpetual nightmare of physical and psychological torment. The isolation morphs into a prison, and the only escape route is the descent into insanity, as the mind twists and distorts itself into a grotesque caricature of its former self.
