Don’t Let It Beat You

00507v-758x1000It took me a year to die. A year. Every single day more painful than every day before it, and every single day hearing people telling me to fight.

“Don’t let it beat you,” they’d say, as if it was something that could be beaten. People who think you can beat it, that you ever get “better” from cancer, don’t understand how cancer works. You never beat it, you just hope you die of old age before it beats you.

I tried. I really did. But fighting was worse. Fighting hurt more. You can only fight so long, when you lose every time. Same fight, same pain, same failure. Every day.

So I stopped fighting. I told people I was still fighting of course. That I’d pull through, that I would go to whatever it was I was missing because I was sick, next year when I got better. I knew there wouldn’t be a next year. I gave up, and I waited to die.

I knew there wouldn’t be anything after. I was certain of it. I’ve never believed in god or an afterlife or anything. It just didn’t make sense to me. I would die, and there would be nothing. Given the choice between nothing or the pain, I was ok with nothing.

So I waited for the end, the nothing, the emptiness. No more pain, no more fighting, no more me.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

But it doesn’t work like that.

I died, and there is nothing. Except me.

It is emptiness, and it is nothing; except I’m still here.

Just me. Alone. And darkness. The deepest blackest darkness you can imagine, and so much worse.

It goes on forever. As far as I’ve gone, no matter which direction I go. Always more darkness.

For a while, I hoped that maybe, if I could just get far enough, there might be something else. But no. No matter how far I go, there is nothing.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Longer than a day, less than eternity. There is no way to tell here.


Wait. What!?

“I thought there might be someone over here. I’ve been looking for awhile.”

I thought I was the only one. How did you find me?

“I just kept going this way until I found someone.”

But, I went on for ages, and I found no one.

“I guess I was going longer. I’ve been going for a few years now I think.”

But…Years? I’m certain I haven’t been here that long. How did you know anyone would be here.

“Well, I guess I didn’t. Still, what else was I gonna do? Give up?”

Well, yes. I was about to.

“That seems like a bad idea. I mean, there’s nothing else here. If you give up hope, what else is there?”

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2 Responses to Don’t Let It Beat You

  1. Sientir says:

    This is an interesting description of a life without hope. Was there anything inspiring you in particular when you wrote it?

    Liked by 1 person

    • fredhesser says:

      I wrote this one while reading Amanda Palmer’s ‘The Art of Asking’
      If you’ve read it, you’ll know the part that inspired this, and if not, I highly recommend you do read it


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