((((((((DPS))))))))) I know that if I go off my meds, the night has claws to tearme with and a voice that whipsers into my brain. I know that if I give in, the day becomes an empty pale shadow of the dark and all the things I fear, hate and despise rise out of my mind and present themselve to me, and that my memories line up to point their fingers and chant their litany of self hate and accusation. I know that if I deny my weakness, I risk never leaving the hole in my past behind. I fall into the abyss of my self.
Please believe me, the aloneless is an illusion, and the night hasn't got any teeth that you or your depression do not equip it with. This does not mean that your fears are your fault or your making, but it does mena that with time and work, you can unmake them. It isn't easy, dear, and there is always the risk of a relapse, but it can be done. You are a real person, you (and that goes for the littles if there are any) are real, you are NOT shades or echoes of some other real person. It doesn't get more real than this. If yoou could stand it, I'd like to crawl into that darkness you are sitting in and sit with you a bit. Can I do that? Hugs, over and over.