Post by Brandon Hendrix on Oct 4, 2021 16:36:32 GMT -5
“It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling—that really hollowed-out feeling.”
They say the Lord forgives us when his children pray for their sins. That once they're washed over, God's children are free.
Location: Holy Trinity American Church
The goosebumps, the awe inspiring feeling you get fills the room. And the room is empty to all except one man: Brandon Hendrix. He sits in the front row of seats, hands together, head down as he mouths out a prayer.
"God, please could you arm me with the armor? Ain't never been much of the church type, but lately I walk through Hell almost every night, trying to understand why. Why does life play with me so mean and full of hatred?
To once be so critically acclaimed by my peers and critics, to be demoted so low down the hypothetical totem pole. To once being respected, to now having to fight the world. It pains me, to my core to see the changes in opinion about me. Dealing with the pain that is my heart, physical pain and the growing mental exhaustion it consumes became my downfall.
Maybe I wasn't made for the excruciating torture that becomes human life. Life is full of heartbreak, betrayals, inflammation in my nerve.
Brandon Rivera. "
Brandon looks up at the statue of Jesus Christ in the room.
"How the might have fallen. It's disastrous to how you allow your career to flush down the proverbial drain as we speak. You were given a mission to end me. To put me down like I'm some kind of sick puppy. Heh… when all this started to happen to me, I figured it was what will be the situation that takes me out. But it didn't, and you won't.
I fight for those who can't. I fight as a man who is in a corner, wounded and surrounded by threats that portray the nail in my coffin. At 23 years of age, I've been looking death in the face and I spit in that bitch's face. At 23 years of age, at my condition, I now have to fight evil. Bailey, you're evil. You're like a blood sucking succubus, seeing the success that I have and you want to leach off my name. Heh.. funny.
While I was battling to survive, suffering the Great Depression, you decided to bring me more depression.
You have any idea what that mindset is like? It means I don't care what I do to myself in order to stop this. It can honestly be the last thing I do, but damnit, I'm going to do it as a man. A man that you have not been in your entire life."
Brandon stands up from the row he was seated in before approaching the statue of Jesus Christ. He rolls his sleeves of his shirt up before slowly kneeling down. He places his hands together for a prayer.
"Heavenly Father, I pray you watch over me as I go down this dangerous path into a place in the Hell I am in to fight for the light that you provide us in the dark of times. I know you will be there with me as I go on this journey to cure the depression that's been stowed upon me, to erase my sadness and replace it with happiness. I pray that you protect me from the evil that surrounds me. Thank you for everything you've done for me lately. Amen."
Brandon stands up and turns around.
"Brandon Rivera. We're mere days away. Mere days away before I put down one demon. It's a week before I go to the top. It's mere days before I… I….
Well….
BEFORE I SHOW YOU HOW GREAT I AM!"
Brandon holds his arms out as the segment fades to black.
