Joanna Jeanine’s Diary Entry #3
My dreams of the angels of Ezekiel’s vision have been haunting me. It is bad enough that I am hounded by regret and anger, even though those events of disgust are long past and gone, but it is another thing to be tortured by these voices and demons that constantly torment me.
Another night and another day without rest. I haven’t slept in a while, but I feel frenetic and filled with anxiety. My dreams of the angels of Ezekiel’s vision have been haunting me. It is bad enough that I am hounded by regret and anger, even though those events of disgust are long past and gone, but it is another thing to be tortured by these voices and demons that constantly torment me. On several occasions, I have awakened from dreams of terrifying angels into a reality of demons and devils taunting me. I cannot remember what it was like before the demonic entities that have become my constant and malign companions. Sometimes, the voices are so loud, it is unbearable, and I resort to the liquid antipsychotic when the regular four antipsychotics are not working. As of now, I am fatigued, but alert and agitated. Another night with the specters of the past, another night with Hell as the destination, and the entire world’s weight on my back.