I feel myself slipping away to a familiar place, a place I haven’t been in a long while. I know I should resist but I want to let go. My strength is weak, my senses are covered with a dense fog of vagueness. My desire for life is weakened in this state of nothingness, I have not lost my awareness of God and my need for Him; however, I do feel and acknowledge the distance between us growing with every breath I take. As the darkness continues to surround me, the light of hope is pushed further away, I can almost touch it. My tears do not flow outward, my sorrow grows within me. I want to rest, I sleep but rest eludes me.