Haven’t we all chosen hell when we didn’t have to? Sometimes we do it to spite ourselves or someone else. Sometimes we feel compelled and can’t resist. It’s a crazy world and we can lose our minds in it.
I can remember actively choosing the very things that I knew would cause me harm. Even staying up too late would be something completely unnecessary that would then have repercussions that I didn’t need.
I would get into an argument with someone and then go too far.
Then I’d feel guilty  and ashamed and angry because I felt guilty and ashamed.
There is a choice for hell.
Sometimes we make it.
I notice that I don’t do that anywhere in my life anymore, but I used to do it all over the place. So, that’s the good news.
How did I do it?
Doing the real spiritual work of interrupting the patterns, choosing Love, self-forgiveness, extending compassion and all of the things that I teach about.
I’m so glad to have found things that actually work, for real.