Kyle1Senior Contributor
Noah
I don't know where to go for help anymore. I'm still waking in the mornings feeling panicked and sad. I tremble. I cry. I hear myself asking 'why?' (and how futile that is). There's hailstones in my head and my mattress moves like a mountainside of mud.
I see 2 counsellors at regular intervals... I see a GP regularly and take meds... I pray... I sometimes see a psychologist... I sometimes see a ghost... But it's like that song says: "I feel just like somebody else. I ain't changed, but I know I aint the same"
Last night I dreamed of some gollum type creature, and I watched him overpower a stranger on a night time street by the beach. The guy put up a great fight, but eventually was cannibalised. And in the kindest way that a dream can allow, I flew above and out of reach. Looking down, i could see human remains strewn along the esplanade; tattered flesh of bent legs and limp wrists snagged on railings... This ravenous demon chased after me, too, but I flew out over the black Sea...
In the story of Noah it tells of a great flood. And as the flood is being built, layer upon layer, day after day of watery slabs laid down, it isn't just rain that falls. The story talks, also, of how water bled out from the deep earth, aswell...
