Hold on

You feel like you are seeing life from the bottom of an abyss. There is no color, no joy. All is bleak. Gray. Dark. You spend hours a day locked inside yourself to have enough energy to smile for those who need you to be thus. But you cry in your car. And in the shower. Whenever you are alone.

You will feel like this for a long time. But then one day, you will not. You will reach the depths of despair with a blade in your hand and a silent scream in your throat and you will dig deep and stay the hand and loose the scream.

And then you will begin anew. But better.

Hold on.