Where Angels Play (Part 1)

Healing. What a word. What a world. It's almost like it doesn't even belong in this realm. Like, if you were to design this new space called earth, would you consider including healing as an amenity?

Think about it. It involves so much undoing and reversing. So much non-forward thinking. Remembering and entering spaces few even know about or dare contemplate.

It has no destination, no end goal—just a general haze, a distant hope of a better mirage. A voice ever so soft, that can be missed with even the slightest sound. Darkness surrounds it, with a halo belief of euphoria, with no guarantees or promises to even the mightiest of men.

Why create something and then destroy it from within, to then create something anew and ultimately repeat the process?

It isn't something one can see or touch, but you know it's there. Start, and you'll find it's tentacles wrapped around you with no way of stopping it. Unless going "back" is an option for you.

Meeting the same people you've known all your life, only to find out you knew nothing. About them, you, or your life. All that you had perceived no longer existed.

Dark and lonely, long and fierce—it's a space of the unknown. Things and people don't matter or even exist; it's only a story. Come out of it and that story hits you square in the face as real as ever.

The risks involved include the very thing we're trying to heal. The balance is tight and space is almost non-existent. It feels like the abyss, yet the noise is tremendous.

Going in blind and needing to be eagle-eyed all the time. Who knows what will be uncovered. How does it feel trying to find a buried memory through the layers, roadblocks, and mind mines you put in place to ensure humans never dare enter?

The pain is constant and ever-present. Regret welcomes you at every turn. If's and what would've been's stare you in the face as you traverse down the haunted house of your deep mind.

Which begs the question, Why? Why step into this space? Why walk this path? Why embrace this reality? Could this be why so many resist it? Or perhaps the ones who embrace it don’t feel like they belong, so they connect.

So tell me. What is this thing called healing?

But could you? Like this article, it's all a negation and up for interpretation, of which answers, ultimately won't suffice.

Perhaps the purpose lies in the depths we’ve yet to face.

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