It is a place of darkness. A place of despair where there sometimes seems to be no reason to keep going.
It is a cold, dark place. A place to be alone, and yet a place where company is craved.
It is a place where help is desperately wanted, and yet a place where contact is shunned.
It is a place where an all encompassing numbness prevails, and yet it remains a place where tears flow easily.
It is a place that becomes increasingly difficult to hide from the rest of the world.
It is a place I must crawl out of, for fear I never leave.
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hugs to you, prayers for you.
Do you need a candle in there or a hand out?
By Bettina on 06.13.08 12:33 pm | Permalink
many hugs for you. I hope you can find your way out of the darkness, or find a good friend witha torch and an escape route
By tiff on 06.13.08 3:31 pm | Permalink
*hugs*
The blogsphere where you may feel isolated, but you are not alone.
Take care.
By Del on 06.13.08 4:31 pm | Permalink
wishing you strength , hope and resilience as you work through this difficult time.
By Trish on 06.13.08 5:41 pm | Permalink
You can use my torch/candle/glow stick whenever you like.
Know that no matter how isolated the dark place feels, there are plenty of people who know how you feel, from close experience themselves.
In other words, let me know if I can help in any way, my shoulder is there to be leaned on.
By Fleat on 06.13.08 9:41 pm | Permalink
oh sweetie. Come out, we will be here to hold your hand.
By Kelley on 06.13.08 11:11 pm | Permalink
Is there any chocolate in there? Because chocolate is always a loyal friend when times are tough.
By Tracey on 06.13.08 11:52 pm | Permalink
I know that dark place, I have been there. It is everything that you said and more. I hope that you see a light at the end of the tunnel to guide you on your way out. I know once I saw a glimmer of daylight it was a lot easier to keep going.
Hugs
By Gemisht on 06.14.08 1:26 am | Permalink
I know this place well. Here’s my hope for you to kick it’s ass and let the light in.
By Evyl on 06.15.08 2:34 am | Permalink
Your first line gave me an idea for a poem about this room under our house.
I hope you are feeling better, life can seem bad when you feel like that, and there seems no way out, but if you can sit in it, things do improve eventually.
By TEX on 06.16.08 9:24 pm | Permalink
[…] Just when you think things are getting back to whatever passes for normal, your teenage son has a complete and total meltdown, and you realise he is just like you and wandering off towards this place. […]
By Frippery » Blog Archive » A Lost Teenage Spirit on 06.21.08 3:26 pm | Permalink
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