“Trapped in the confined space of my thoughts, I see how imprisoned I’ve become by the patterns of my mind. These are the ones I’ve woven, day in, day out, with every thought, action, and interaction. These are the mazes I walk: hot fiery coals beneath my feet, soles singed with every move I make without the healing balm of awareness and truth. In this place I lash at frustration, cry with desperation, escalate the ante so high that my mind deems it impossible to jump over and escape. This is the inferno, this is hell. Hell isn’t a place as much as it is a state of mind, and anyone who would like to make you believe any different, that it is a place you must be saved from the “eternal flames of damnation” may very well be already living in hell themselves, ignorant of the trappings of their own mental games.
(Original art by Katerina Edwards)