I escaped. I left. That dark place went on without me for such a good amount of time, without drawing my energy for its own destructive needs, without hurting me. Sure, it existed, but not for me! Couldn't I stay in that bliss forever? For just a bit longer?

I don't want to go back... Please, I'm crying as I write this... I don't want to go back! I don't want to cry again, I want to smile!

I don't want to go...

Back into depression...

Please...