It’s so hard for me to believe that in just the course of one small week a human being can go from the greatest cloud nine emotional high of his life, one which he never knew was possible, full of joy, love, and happiness, to the deepest pits of hell and depression, of his life. Just like the fun of skydiving is a great and exhilarating experience, until you realize the parachute just isn’t going to open, so is euphoric love as it crashes into the earth below.
Where the joy of life had returned to the place it had long since departed, bringing with it hope and a reason to go on, is now once again the void of the great depression and the longing for the Angel Of Death who hovers over me daily, reaching for my hand, and as I reach to take his hand, he pulls away for some unknown reason. At long last it seems my Earthly sufferings are about to be a distant memory in the new life to come, and I am thrust back into a world of disease, pain, and sadness and broken hearts.
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