My Dark Place


We all have places, some darker than others, where we are pushed sometimes. Or we retreat to them by choice, as a way to deal with the world. Sometimes entertaining those dark thoughts can make us remember that it’s not actually that bad, at least not always. A little bit of wallowing, and back into the world we head, relatively unscathed.

Other times it drags us in deeper, I’m thrown in by a slight rejection or miscommunication. And I’ll stay there a little too long. Long enough to start forgetting how to get out of it on my own steam. And forgetting that it’s worthwhile fighting my way out.

There are side doors in this dark place, out into little rooms of light. But you’re only allowed to stay there for a limited time, then they switch off the lights and put you back in the dark place. These little side rooms of distraction are just that – distractions. Reminders of why you want to get out of the hole, but not the way out. That is a long journey, best done with some hands to help pull you over those rough patches, the parts where you slip and fall back a little into the hole. two steps forward, and 1 or 3 back.

A little bit like the fall in the Labrynth, except some of the helping hands are holding razor blades.

But I’m going to try to fight. Even though I’m not a great climber, and get fooled by the distractions.

I’m going to try.



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10 comments on “My Dark Place

  1. chrispy says:

    You describe this so evocatively. A lot of us are with you.

  2. So evocative, you are such an amazing writer. <3 <3

  3. Caroline says:

    Lots of love & hugs to u <3

  4. Gary says:

    Hang in there Fiona. As you’re hanging on for dear life I hope you get the support you need to hang for a while and to climb out *hugs*

  5. A well written piece, though it sounds like you are in some pain. I hope the razor blades turn into helping hands really soon.

  6. JD says:

    “Do…or do not…there is no try”

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