The blackhole is defined as a “region of space time exhibiting gravitational acceleration so strong that nothing can escape from it. Based on this and this alone I can confidently say that my bad days are like a blackhole.
On the bad days there is no light or sound or good. On the bad days I am gorilla glued to my sheets. On the bad days I am alone and scared. On the bad days I feel like I deserve to be alone and scared. On the bad days I see pain as healing and healing as impossible. The possibility of escaping this seems nonexistent.
On the good days, which feel few and far between these days, there is light and sound and hope. On the good days I wake well rested at 7 o'clock AM sharp. On the good days I am surrounded by light and unafraid of anything. On the good days I know I am worthy of love. On the good days I see healing within myself. On the good days, all I can think of is when The Darkness will come again.
