I’m feeling the darkness tonight. Its strange how it hits without any warning. I was OK earlier: tired, but ok. But now I’m not.
It’s a desperate feeling: A most disconcerting feeling. I don’t want to be. I simply don’t want to continue to feel this pain. And that means, essentially, that I want to close my eyes and start my journey to the other side.
It’s funny how the dark side of the mind can almost convince you, in a matter of hours, that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to just call it. To just, let go. To just…..go.
But I know it would be a big deal to my children. I know it would be a big deal to Randy. And my dogs Abe and Pete. And my cat Dalilah.
I hate this.
For the Love of Sam 