It’s exhausting work exploring the depths of our darkest emotions. When they’re freshest, thoughts smash around our skulls like possessed plant equipment. We feel like there’s a broken record playing up there, our thoughts playing some sick game of psycho-somatic Hide and Seek with our clenched and twisted guts. Coming out of an Ultra, it’s safe to say we’re fatigued. The exhaustion lingering from the event washes away our self-defences and this conscious scraping-back of the Soul further erodes our reserves allowing unbidden thoughts and feelings to threaten the already threadbare fabric of our sanity.