Blueprint for a descent

I once attempted to read a book called “Briefing for a descent into Hell” in high school. I didn’t make it through and probably gave up around half way or less. It was too complex and difficult to follow. But could it nonetheless have created a blueprint in my mind?

Sometimes you don’t even know or notice but your mind orchestrates its own descent into hell. Sometimes a window presents itself but seems too daunting a task (either by embarrassment or effort) to open and exit. Sometime a clear doorway can be seen but seems too heavy an undertaking to unlock and exit. You stay mired into the madness, sinking every deeper into the pit.  Some anchors to sanity slow down the fall, but they don’t always seem effective. Some anchors instead turn into mill stones and accelerate, willingly or apathetically, this inescapable decline. 

Maybe I am in a state now where I could complete the novel.

Framing matters.