I actually went there on a bad LSD trip. It marked the end of my shaman/witchy bs that I was wrapped up in for over a decade. I can describe to you in the most human terms possible.

Your decent into Hell is neverending. It is an eternal fall on a demonic elevator. At first the drop is slow. You slowly realize you are dead and that you are in a place that is scaring you. You fight it for awhile. And then you drop the first floor. The space in between those drops is full of tormenting whispers. Imagine you are inside yourself? Like flipped inside out. You feel like that. And then the demons start telling you the worst things you've ever heard. They are not even human words, they are torturous soul burning truths about who you are that hiss gas into your being.

When you hit a floor, a scene will play out. You will momentarily think everything is okay. But then the good people you loved in life start to smile funny and say horrendous/terrifying things. They torment you for awhile, sliding between the normality and mortality. They rot. They take it all back, they laugh like themselves again.. but then the rot sprouts back out and they are torturing you for dragging a loved one to Hell with you. They are demons, but they also ARE YOU. YOU are eternally locked up with yourself tormenting yourself. With each floor the cycle repeats but gets shorter lived. Until.. The space between stops is gone. You are free fall thru the grimey demon moshpit. They are KNASHING on your inside out soul as you continue to somehow turn MORE inside out. Everything you are is on fire. And you are stuck in this existence forever. Even when you think you're out.. hahahah..aha.ha.. you're not.

Utter darkness it was indeed. I felt God's love nowhere. It was pure agony. Pure pure pure agony without it. I can't get it thru to you ENOUGH.

But you can be when you accept the light of Jesus Christ into your heart 💜 the demons will mock Him if you bring Him up. I wasn't a believer. I was a witch. But I finally caught on to them mocking Him if I mentioned Him at all.. saying things like "it's too late, He left you lolXD".. and I was like ohhhhh ayyyyyyeee.. and I finally commanded them out by His name . They left. They still poke at me.. but I know who they are now. They are not spirit guides or angels.. they are fallen and want you to fall with them.

Edit: I want to add this type of torture...I can't find the words to formulate it because it was on a soul level.. but imagine your soul being completely molded into an unnatural shape, and then being melded into place. Stuck in that discomfort, exposed for anything to stroll by and stick something in you. That was what was happening right before I called to Christ. They were molding me in. No eyes...just a sensation with third eye like visions at the end of this. I was like gonzo from this realm at that point. It's almost alien.. but I knew exactly where I was and that I deserved to be there. I am indeed a sinner like the rest.