PRE-WORD:
SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS POST BASED ON A TRUE STORY
“No, I cannot go away anymore, and you know that I am taking you with me. You knew that from the beginning. Do you remember that I told once you have taken my hand, we will be together forever? Once you get into an engagement with me, it will never be over anymore. I said that I will show you Jade's Heaven because it is so lovely to be in that place. I can bring you there tonight. All that is needed to go there is to end your pain, to end your suffering, and I will take you to that outstanding new home. Be honest, you want to avoid being here anymore. You want to be with your best friend again, right? She is missing you, she needs you, she is a lost soul without you, and I can help you to be together with her again.”
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I learned how to appreciate evil.
I became stronger because of that. I would not be here anymore without
this experience. It is a part of my life. If you are in the same
situation as I was 7 years ago I can tell you just hang in there, do
not give up fighting, you will be better one day again as I will be…
I
am proud of the choice I made to open up to the people in my life. Even
if they did not understand depression and the whole story in this book,
they understood that a person needed help. Not once was I ever made to
feel weak or like a burden by anyone who knew. My story isn't about
'mono'. My story is about depression and the evil combined with it, and
as soon as it becomes a part of your life it can be super dangerous and
end into something we want to avoid happening. Reach out if you feel like
you are losing control.
I feel lucky
to be alive and in my heart, I always remember that I am strong enough
to overcome it. Ego has no place in illness, whether it be physical or
emotional. If a friend came to me about her depression, I would rather
she calls me a hundred times a day, every day, than to never hear her
voice again.
~When it gets dark enough, you can see the stars.~
When things go wrong in life, we often get very down. Every so often, we may even get depressed. Our world becomes dark and dismal. Maybe at this time, it would be good to listen to Charles A Beard's quote, “When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
Even in the worst of times, you look up and can see light. You may have to watch for that break in life's clouds, but there are stars to be found in the worst of situations. Napoleon Hill said something to the effect, “Every adversity carries with it a seed of equivalent benefit”.
If you look for the smallest amount of good in any situation, you just may find it. If you keep looking, you may find more. The problem is in not looking. So, when it gets dark in your life, look up and find the stars.
Even in the worst of times, you look up and can see light. You may have to watch for that break in life's clouds, but there are stars to be found in the worst of situations. Napoleon Hill said something to the effect, “Every adversity carries with it a seed of equivalent benefit”.
If you look for the smallest amount of good in any situation, you just may find it. If you keep looking, you may find more. The problem is in not looking. So, when it gets dark in your life, look up and find the stars.
“In other words?”
“Let's continue our journey.”
A Moment of Lovely Season 4 — Live In The Moment — Chapter 1 — Dark Desire
“I prefer not to hurt you, but if you don't give me any other choice …” He left the rest of the sentence standing in the room… I swallowed hard and looked him straight in the eye. “I won't tell anyone anything, I promise it.” The corner of his mouth began …
The seemingly endless street was only dimly lit when I made my way home. The long alley was the quickest way to get there from my place of work. The rain pelted down on me mercilessly, the weather had been a nightmare for a week: It was mid-June, and yet, the climate was meanwhile so broken that it made no difference what time of year it was. But if I was honest with myself, I had to admit that I loved storms. The streets of this otherwise overcrowded city were deserted, only in the distance could one hear small children calling. I looked up at the sky, raindrops ran into my eyes, and meanwhile, my clothes stuck to me like a second skin. I can't think of a suitable word to describe this feeling, but everything in me felt happy. I felt comfortable and secure, had no fear, no doubts and nobody could take away the feeling of freedom at that moment. The alley in front of me narrowed, meandered in a question mark curve between tightly packed brick buildings that were getting on in years, and ended in the Mayfield District. Not the nicest place in town: many homeless people huddled under their makeshift tents, junkies took the next syringe to get by, and all sorts of shady guys were up to mischief here at night.7 I pulled my coat a little tighter around my body and wanted this place as soon as possible to leave. With my eyes fixed on my shoes, I quickened my pace to cover the last few meters home. As I was about to turn the next corner, I heard a pained groan next to me. Due to the poor lighting conditions, however, I couldn't see anyone at first glance. I whispered “Hello?” A little scared, but my voice was swallowed by the wind whistling through the dark street. So, I cleared my throat and tried again, this time a little louder: “Is anyone there?” Another groan, this time it sounded more gurgling as if the person was about to suffocate. Panicked, I looked around, to my right were two large dumpsters that I took a few steps towards. I could see a silhouette hidden in the semi-darkness between the containers. “Help me!” The man croaked. He was old, I put him in his fifties. He spoke so softly that the sound of the wind drowned his voice almost completely. “Help!” At my first impulse, I just wanted to run away because everything in me screamed: “Run!” But then the man lifted his head - his blood-smeared head — and reached out to me.
“Please …” His eyes were dull and puffy as he looked at me pleadingly. “Please don't go away,” he croaked, blood dripping from his courage. I took a few steps towards the man. “What happened?” His dark clothes were torn, and his shoes were filthy from the mud of the paths, but he didn't look like a homeless person or someone who had no means to me. More like a family man. His blood-smeared hair was cut short, but well-groomed. “I'll get help” — with these words, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. “Thanks…” The man swallowed, and his gaze went blank. It seemed as if he was seeing through me. No, not through me, behind me. My heart had stopped beating as I slowly turned around and into a pair of bright blue eyes looked. “You shouldn't do that, dear,” said the stranger, looking at my cell phone, which I was still holding in my hand. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at these words.
