We often whisper in the dark

I’ve been there before. In that dark place where the stark reality of life is too much to bear and all that seems possible is death. It has taken me years to crawl out... There are scars. So many scars. There is fear. And anger. And coldness that creeps out when my mind is exhausted. I’ve been there before and some days, I slip back there never knowing if I will be able to catapult myself to safety. This rawness of emotion that the depressed person feels is also what enables us to recognize it in others. Our extreme empathetic nature often allows despair to scream to us across great distances. There’s a part of us screaming too, and that daft echo - is what reminds us that while the struggle is hard, there is some relief…. There is a freedom in knowing that we are not alone. In knowing that although we often whisper in the dark, a million whispers resonate like a scream.