Within the misty woods
traversing worn out paths
'neath ancient, brittle branches
lay uncertainty and silence
bountiful burdens carried
long forgotten choices
have vanished forever
and trees are still.
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@IPickedYouOnce I know the feeling. Then I stopped, realizing, I can't sustain. In solitude there is no peace, but at least no-one else gets hurt. Being good enough becomes irrelevant. Time just is.
@MrOzAtheist ...of people won't, can't understand unless they have experienced it. Therapy or medication are mere bandaids that don't always work. I hope the family understands that. Even with everything done right it may not be preventable. The will to continue has to come from within.
@MrOzAtheist While that is tragic so young, there is nothing to understand. Depression is darkness, it takes an immense amount of control and will power to just get through a day. It can be overwhelming to a point that final silence feels blissful. Talking is difficult, because a lot...
@MiseryHighlight So true. All those telling you, "just smile more," "life is what you make of it," "you can choose to change," and any of the other hollow phrases, clearly have no understanding of how false that is. You can choose to fight, but finding a reason to, that's the daily challenge.
@Kassia_Lind I have not been very active. I'm not in a great place right now, positivity just annoys me, because it's not a solution, and since I don't wish to inflict my state of being onto others, and words are mostly hollow, I just remain quiet. It is only but logical.
@C_LMe10@neiltyson We should just lock the "Flat Earth" and the "Hollow Earth" nutters in a room, provide some Bibles as only reading material, lock any broadcasts to Televangelists and Dr. Phil, and then wait how long it takes for everyone to get an aneurysm.