“How did I end up here?”I ask myself. In the beginning the violent burning heat scorched my skin. Now it barely leaves a mark against my charred features. What was once a chaotic life being lived on earth was now chaotic in a whole new form. The mundane schedules to abide by replaced with slow excruciating forms of physical torture. Constantly feeling this heat the constant poking and prodding from the demons controlling our everyday existence. Sometimes the poking and prodding is literal with there pitchforks. Other times it’s mental putting you into fearful situations based on your own individual fears. People have told of being locked inside pits of spiders for days at a time if there arachnophobic. Others being draped with large snakes when fearing reptiles and serpents. These mental games make the day take longer. In all honesty I prefer the physical torture it goes away quicker then the rest. Once your done being put thru these demonic games, you’ll spend the rest of your time chained to a spiked wall. Resting ever so uncomfortably it’s your one and only break from the torture. At first everything down here seems so dark and excruciating. Slowly though I’ve begun to realize it’s not much different then what I was experiencing on earth. The brutal burns have hardened skin into a jet black char. The burns were the worst pain I’ve ever physically felt. Now I almost seek solace in them as it’s the most regular physical interaction I feel. The quick painful stabs from the demons are a close second. It’s similar to the feeling mentally of being stabbed in the back by someone you deeply trusted. I’d rather the demons prodding me with a pitchfork however. Once I began to realize this I also realized how poor my mental state on earth had always been. A constant feeling of uncertainty followed me for my entire waking life. Somehow even in the land of demons preying on your soul, fears and deepest insecurities I feel more comfortable with this existence. Hellfire is comforting when you know it doesn’t come with mental anguish. Being stabbed by a demon whose just carrying out its natural purpose feels much easier then the betrayal of someone you loved. This is when I had the epiphany. When I asked how did I end up here at the beginning, it wasnt a genuine question of my actions or life on earth. It was a breakthrough in the mental fog. The question was answered in and of itself. Anyone whose soul finds comfort in hell was always a demon themself. I find peace in knowing I belong here. My skins hardened and darkening because I’m being innoculated into the ways of my reality. To be comfortable in hell alongside gruesomeness, is to be better then miserable on earth surrounded by billions that don’t even notice you.