I've been watching a lot of Dexter recently. He talks about the Darkness he has living inside him, that darkness he has to feed else it take over his life.
I can't relate. Not entirely.
Lately I've been struggling. Isn't that how all my posts go? Struggle should be a tag for my posts. Oh wait, it already is.
Last summer I was depressed. It felt like the world was one big dark hole and I was being sucked into it against my will and there was nothing I could do to stop the world around me from falling apart.
If we hadn't gotten Z. I don't know what would have happened. Z. made me get up in the morning. I had to do things because she needed me to.
I feel that dark vacuum sneaking up on me again and I'm panicking a bit. I think I'm aware enough to stop it - to reach out and socialize and keep myself from falling apart - but what if I'm deluding myself? What if there's nothing I can do to keep it from grabbing me again?
I can't stomach another summer like that.
S. and I can't survive another summer like that.
So I'm writing about it. It seems like a slightly futile effort but it's all I have right now.
I'm currently fighting the pull of the black hole, and today I'm winning.
Yesterday I lost. But today I'm winning.
Perhaps that all I can do, go one day at a time and hope that I win more often than I lose.