Well, it's a pretty long story, and still in the making. But the general idea is once you fall so far into the hole, you hit rock bottom. And then you either decide to stay there, end it, or try going back up. I hit my bottom. It was low. A soul-sucking, life-ending fantasy low. It sucked more than a hooker with a vacuum, the rocky bottom was like falling fifty feet onto gritty concrete, and it was so dark it obscured all the good in life. But going out was't an option I was going to let myself take. So, I started climbing up. After awhile, I started seeing the light again. I'm still climbing, but, now I know, that light is there, and it can be mine. I still falter sometimes. But I see the good a lot more clearly now. And I know I'm capable of continuously moving up, even if I falter on it sometimes. It no longer seems impossible. Even if I don't make it, oh well. It's better than being at the bottom again. I can breathe, and I can feel peace.
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