I have been struggling with the dark. I can’t seem to get this cloud of darkness that is lurking around, following me, to dissipate. It is depressing and contagious. I caught it from someone else. It has fear and worry at its core. It is sucking the life out of people I love and is spreading like a plague. It has taken my will to write and I have to force myself to sit down.
Sit and write.
It has taken my want to do anything other than feel sorry for myself. It is a curse and I want it gone.
Then it occurred to me that I could write from within the darkness. I remembered that light is more brilliant against the shadow of dark things. I am writing from that place and I am beginning to see a speck of light. It is far off now, out in the distance but it is there. It is warm and welcoming. It will come closer and it will absorb the darkness. I will pray and write it so.
Love and peace are in the light. Love and peace will overcome the darkness. I will call the light into this place. I will invite it to envelop me to drive out the depression, sadness, hate, despair, and shadow. Maybe, just maybe that light will spread from me to someone else, the someone who needs it most, the someone who gives of darkness.
I will write…write in the dark.