The scariest thing about being in a dark place is finding your way around it. This ability can make you oblivious to the harmful impact of your night. It makes the need to pull yourself out less urgent, and perhaps even unnecessary altogether.
You think that you are living out the narrative of survivors, unaware that you’ve actually allowed the darkness to form part of your identity. Because really, how do you even begin to realise all that in your comfortable dark glory? How do you begin to grasp all that when it feels like you’re finally breathing? I mean, even imagined peace is worth holding on to.
And yes, sometimes one is genuinely surviving, lets not underestimate the strength of the spirit. Be careful though; be careful when you find yourself dealing with darkness easily. That may be an indication that you have become it.
And then…well…you’re just fucked.
May darkness never get away with imitating who you are.