When we go through difficult times, doing something creative is helpful to cope with it. While loosing yourself in the creative process you are present, your focus is in the now which gives you a break. No matter what medium you choose, drawing, music, writing or other you are pouring your heart into it and it is the expression of feelings that is always soothing for the soul. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t have to be beautiful it just has to be fulfilling for you and nobody else.
I include below the photograph this short text I wrote 4 years ago when I shared an apartment with the Devil and felt stuck, depressed and hopeless. For the last couple of months I have been feeling pretty intensely challenged again caused by physical changes in my body and reading this old text I realize that I am handling this so much better now, my soul grew and expanded. Life is like an upward spiral even when we feel that we are going down.
WHAT: Vintage black empire waist mini dress with gold leopard print, circa 1960’s.
Model, Styling, Make Up/Hair, Photo & Graphic Design – Eva Pal © 2015
A JOURNEY TO HELL
“Toi qui entre ici abandonne toute espérance” DANTE
When she woke up, almost immediately she started to feel the pull. By the time she came out of the shower, dark menacing clouds filled her head and the rain started pouring through her eyes. She was looking at herself in the mirror; everything was wrong.
She started noticing a faint static background noise, a low but constant vexing voice in her head. As she directed her attention toward, it became loud and obscene, telling her that she was an idiot, ugly and nobody loved her. She stared at her reflection and caught a glimpse of the dying light in her eyes. Then with a last desperate attempt to bring herself back to reality she screamed: ‘STOP!” But it was too late. Violent and unbearable pain invaded her whole being and there was darkness around her as she slid down on the floor with her back against the wall. And the walls started closing on her.
Suddenly the voice became nice, almost caring. “ You know there is a way out of here. This pain is so intense but you don’t have to suffer anymore. Everything will be all right, and you will be in peace.” It was soothing to hear that friendly voice yet she started sobbing again uncontrollably. “Yes, this is the only way out; I cannot suffer like this anymore.”
When it was over she felt like she just woke up from a horrifying nightmare. She had descended to and came back from Hell, a journey that left her body depleted of its vital energy.