‘Black holes’ do not exist only in the cosmos. They can exist inside you, sucking away your hope, light and energy.
It is called DEPRESSION and it is very real.
I know, I fight this battle. I’m far from alone, although when DEPRESSION rears it’s ugly head, I feel that way. Then, no one is there, no one can fathom the awfulness, the aloneness, the fears.
In my effort to continue to exist, I try to look for the good in things, find beauty in what is around me. On really bad days, even this is a hard task.
On those days, when I want to crawl back into bed and ide under the covers, I must remind myself that I am not invisible.
What I do does matter, and who I am matters more. The emptiness is inside me, attacking, pulling me in.
The battle rages, reality and all that is good, or this lie of despair and defeat.