He is subduing me. God. My Creator. I know this because I feel nothing. I am detached from feeling. I am covered in a cloudy fog that is neither comforting or sublime. I am isolated. Insulated.
I cannot hear my angel. I do not feel his presence. I am being held by the Divine. He has hold of me. I needed to speak the words I have kept for so long. I was silent to everyone. Nobody knew. He knew. He kept my secrets.
I do not feel relief. I feel like I am floating. I do not feel comfort. I feel a thick, impenetrable battlement keeping the mortal world out. He is protecting me. Left alone here on this Earth, I am safeguarded by His authority.