Journal entry, recorded thoughts, channeled, working through a tough day: I found myself drowning in thoughts of despair, unkindness, and questioning my identity as a human. How could such thoughts cross my plain of existence? Is this truly who I am? Do I relish in my misery or swallow it like a pill, only to have it stuck in my throat, defying the wash of water? Choking on its presence, I choose treachery over peace, for there is no solace to be found. Panic engulfs me, and the world around me shall share in this scene of my making. I hold both the poisoned apple and the delectable fruit as equals, yet I struggle to determine which one to embrace. Why must such burdens be placed upon thee? Who is this tormentor that whispers in my ear such misery and disdain? I am of no significance, no pawn in a grander scheme to be dealt with. Who am I to be valued by the darkness when all I see is but a tear in a veil where a faint glimmer of light emerges? I dare not avert my gaze, for within that glimmer and its reflection, I find myself fixated on a calmer sea. It serves as a reminder of hope, of a profound love that, even in my darkest hours, illuminates my countenance, defining my very existence, as everything else fades away and the door opens.