Can I escape this? The sword hangs. There is nothing to put my mind at rest – every day presents a new threat: the night. Every night is a battle, most often lost, and any victory is one day long, until its challenger comes along: the next night. I’m frightened. I understand why people kill themselves, or break down. I understand the bleakness of a life. The desire is to be a child again, to trust, to be comforted into peace and wellness.
