Darkness creeps in again, if only for a minute. There’s no escaping this shift; it’s just beginning. Heaviness of the body and cloudiness of mind. I’ve seen this before; I know its kind. No one here to reassure me. No one here to agree. No one to talk me through this darkness that’s overtaking me. I know I’ll be alright eventually. I know what I need to do. But having no one here with me makes it harder to get through. Sadness takes my heart and breaks it in two. Why is this happening? There’s no reason for it to. Except that I have a mental illness that doesn’t care about me. It overlooks everything about my wellbeing. I forget I have tools to use in these times of dark. The shadows won’t stand a chance of I can find my spark. That spark that takes away the pain and offers something new. The spark that burns deep; that roars loud and through. Having to endure this pain on my path alone can only be described as a princess without a crown; powerless. So who do I turn to in order to free myself from this mess? I’ll have to stay the course and deal on my own, I guess.