❝Nyctophilia:
Love of the darkness or night.
Finding relaxation or comfort
in the darkness,❞

Hello, everyone.

                Now, this isn't really necessary to say, nor does this need to be put out into the world, though, I'm struggling to cope.

                January 27th, 2019 bares the torment and memorial of my older brother's deceased life. With it being so close, sleep has become scarce. Nonexistent.

                Currently, I've been staying in New Zealand with my family and all I can feel is their dimming aura. It's contagious. Motivation lacks amongst everyone and it's beginning to affect me.

                So when dusk falls and the night takes over, I'm overwhelmed by so many negative emotions and doubts that I'm barely able to focus on living. On life.

                Consider this my way of reaching out and acknowledging that I need help. I'm filled with so much grief and anguish that I don't know how to transform it into productivity.

                Can someone, anyone, please lend some advice?

                I'm losing my way and the light seems so far right now. That's all I really have to say.

                Until we speak again, that is all.