Still sitting, still waiting, still wishing that this awful process would end, yet feeling ashamed for wishing.
This is what real hell is. Being trapped in a helpless situation, wanting to run away from one of life’s certainties, wanting to help, to fix this, but being completely inept in every way.
Chanting for strength, for courage, for wisdom, for compassion for everyone, including myself.
The Search For Enlightenment 
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