Breaking through the shackles of a dark night
Even the bravest and happiest have their darkest nights. Nights where you in the name of retrospection, burden your soul with overthinking. The long night in which you hold yourself accountable for the mistakes you didn't make. "What went wrong?" , you ask yourself. "Why of all the people it's always you who goes through these trials? Why no one else gets treated in the manner that you do? But darling what's the point of doing all that you do, when it leaves you in so much pain?" In those weak moments, you start doubting yourself, start losing hope in humanity, wallowing in self-pity, you think of leading a mediocre life from here onwards, think of choosing a way that's less painful, think of going back to the shell as it might turn out to be the safe haven. You think of disappearing. Often get suicidal even - and suicidal doesn't necessarily mean holding blades to your wrists, pointing a gun to your head, gulping down a bottle of pills or
