Peace is a fickle thing. It exists in the in-between, those tales of happily ever after are such myths. Peace is a state of mind that must be constantly nourished, consciously guided, for with the slightest distraction, the slightest wobble in your step, it vanishes. Though a simple touch, a reminder of what is good and right with the world can restore it to your heart. – Ashley Morgan
Two specks of light flicker in the darkness. Each are on opposite corners of my small universe, each seeming to waft closer at inopportune times, when my hands are so full I cannot take hold of its outstretched embrace. Neither provide enough light to see the way out of the darkness, yet each tempt me with the hope of escaping. There is another way out, there has to be – yet I cannot seem to find it on my own. Do I have the strength to venture out into the ebony unknown without a light to guide my way? I think not, at least for now.
My worlds are colliding. There will be a big bang, a time of reckoning, a time of renewal, soon it comes. Warning bells sound throughout all hours of the day and night, warning the citizens of my small universe of the havoc to come. Seek shelter. Gather your loved ones and all you hold dear as much will be ripped away, never to be seen again.
I am a scholar of my own mind. The holder of my secrets. The bearer of my pain. An epiphany, some genuine revelation, is desperately needed. A manifestation of God himself on my doorstep. Tell me what to do.
For every action there is a reaction. Life is a chain of events that spur from one another. Each decision, no matter how small, will indeed affect the entire outcome of the rest of your life. Where you go to eat, what route you take to work, whether you take the elevator or the stairs. Some may have tiny, miniscule effects that are barely noticed in the scheme of time. Others are like large ripples, skewing everything in the paths to come.
Sitting on the bathroom floor with a handful of pills was not where I would have ever expected to be. It felt surreal. It couldn’t be my life. Who was this person? I thought I should call someone. Anyone. But I also know that as an already dramatic person who has well overused the support of her friends, no one would even give me the time of day at 3AM on a Saturday morning. No one would take it seriously. Should I even take it seriously? So I took them, one by one, hoping with each pill I would become more and more numb to what was happening. More and more numb to the fact that I was slowly poisoning myself to death. And then it happened. I was numb and I remember nothing of the events for the next 36 hours. I remember hallucinations, small events here and there, but most of that time is lost forever to me. I remember thinking it was a worse punishment than death. I remember wishing for death to come. I remember praying to a God that I’m not even sure exists for some sort of guidance, a sign to tell me what to do to get out of this.
Sometimes I’m sure I will still wish I could disappear. I still feel very alone. I still feel despair. But I had a breakthrough this weekend. Life is so much more complicated than any one of us can ever understand. All we can do is walk together and lift one another up.