A long and dark journey that feels never-ending. A vicious cycle that lessens the pain. But when you need to press the stop button, it quits working. Negatives out-way the positives. Yet you keep returning to your journey, to try and keep your mind at bay. Temporary relief followed by enhanced and new problems. So you stray back to the dark journey, one that feels like sunshine at the time. So easy to give in, desperate for release. Only to be left stranded in the dark alone, with the monster that lurks inside.
Writers block seems to be inescapable at the moment, but felt as though i needed to put some thoughts down on the page.