I’m in a dark place. A dark mood. I’m not drowning in murky depths. But I’m sitting in the darkened room. The light switch is in reach. I’m okay. But I’m going to sit with the darkness for a while. I think I have reason to visit the darkness and possibly find comfort, if not comfort at least familiarity.
I’ve been here before. I know the trap. I know when the darkness seems like its your only friend, it’s time to get out.
But right now, in this place in my brain, dark is so easy to rest in.
I’m so tired.