I close my eyes to hide. Not from the world, but from myself. I will the darkness to silence my thoughts. I am so exhausted by them. 97 more words
beautiful piece on why sometimes we stay Ill. my two favourite bits are quotes below:
Darkness is, in my attempt to explain, not the lack of light. It is not the lack of love or the lack of compassion but rather the lack of hope. Darkness in my mind is a simple place without much adornment that allows me to feel not just sad, not just depressed, but allows me to fall deep into my own internal soul and put the world far away. It is a place that gives me permission to not have all the answers and it is a place that gives me permission to not have to be what all those I love hope for me to be.
My darkness which makes bottle of pills very attractive also blocks out much of the world. There is no expectations in this darkness but rather the need to be nothing.