There will always be a moment in your life where you fall into a pit of utter despair and pain, a dip where only loneliness and isolation dwell. For some, that moment stays only a moment and nothing more, but for others it last a bit longer. That moment can last year upon year, eventually growing into a cesspool of an everlasting feeling of detachment. The engorged negativity grips it’s gross cold hands around your neck, loose enough not to kill, but strong enough to refuse breath. And in that moment, you yearn for something or someone to come and save you, something to rip you out of your gloom.
I have learned that the people who surround me, including myself, are incapable of accepting