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Fight Through the Dark... Survive

Survival Guide to Depression

By Dan LuedeePublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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The Dark is a realm of which very few ever come out from

Every story told from beyond the Dark…

Depicts a different form of torture used against the survivors.

No one ever comes out of the Dark

Without a change within

Making them stronger than man

But even more fragile than a panel of glass,

But no matter the cost we still fight.

If you ever find yourself,

Caught in the clutches of the shadows,

Being dragged down into the abyss

That so many have fallen victim to,

Please take my words with the utmost confidence.

Your world will never be the same again,

For better or worse,

When you come out of the darkness,

You are forever gone as the person you were before.

You will be reborn in the dark in the Fields of Fear

Where you will face challenges that will make you question

Your very being in this plane of reality

As you are faced every hour with tasks

More arduous than the last

Your mind will know no rest as you are taken

Further into the realm’s shadows

To the place known only by its lone object held within

The Corrupt Mirror will make you wish for so much more

And yet make you yearn for so much less

It wants to be broken,

As it so makes you feel

It desires your rage for yourself to feed its lust

It longs for its glass to break into jagged pieces

So you can feed it your blood…

And as it is fed,

It repairs itself,

Making you hate more and more

Until all that is left is the hatred you feel

And blood spilled so far that you are gone.

As you learn to forgive the sight you see within,

The more the Corrupt Mirror breaks and shrinks.

You shall become so much more,

Yet so much less of who you were when you began.

You will travel onward,

Feeling compelled by the Dark

To keep going on into the realm and feel its vast torture

You shall be carried by boat into the end of the Dark’s realm

The Shadowy Sea is the ultimate torture,

Making voices from past be brought to present,

Mocking you,

Hating you,

Harming you in all aspect of the world beyond yours.

At the end of all this darkness,

After thousands of leagues in the Shadowy Sea…

You’ll find the tunnel that leads to the Land of Light…

You won’t be the first to make it out,

And you sure as hell won’t be the last,

And that’s why we continue our fight…

Onward until our dying breath,

We help and heal those around us,

Those who need the care

Those who are far within the realm of Dark,

We are their anchors,

Helping them through understanding the pain,

Even when they grow blind to the rest of the world,

We will help them see once again

In a world filled with light

Where we all deserve to live.

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