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It is so easy to hide it, but not so easy to hide FROM it.  That friend who seems happy, whom everyone loves because they have a great sense of humor and an infectious smile.  How could he/she have been so selfish?  But, to someone who is trapped inside their own darkness, to them, it isn't selfish at all.  They actually see pulling the trigger or swallowing that bottle of pills or tightening that noose as a justice.  They see it as ridding the world of their burdened existence.  And this my friend, is NOT decision that has just been made.  In many cases, they have been wallowing over it, stewing over it, fighting the voices and struggling with the pain.... for YEARS!  But... how did nobody not see?  How could this person have NOT confided in those who may have been able to help?  The answer is very simple.... nobody was looking.  And in MANY cases, maybe you were looking, but you didn't want to pry, or you knew something was up, but figured they would come to you when the

Sometimes I look at life and ponder it's purpose, as does most people.  Then I look around, and I see the surface of what seems to be other's portraying happiness, or content, whichever the case may be. But I question it.  Are they really happy?  Are their smiles facades to avoid prying?  I do not fake smile, I do not shine light into my darkness.  I do not mask my pain.  I wear it, out in the open, for the world to see. I have been alone my entire life.  Always around people, yet, ultimately alone.  I like to do things my way, yet everyone seems to have an opinion on how my way isn't their way, yet, I didn't hear them volunteer to do it.  I shun their ideas, as I did not ask for their opinions.  These sorts of situations just thickens the wall (mental and emotional) that I have built throughout my lifetime.   I treat people as I want to be treated, therefore, I do not offer my opinion into their lives, nor do I pry into their situations.  But just because I

The damage done to a child by poor parenting, or lack thereof, unfortunately can go unseen for decades.  It is also true that the damage can trickle down into younger generations.  This behavior becomes a pattern, so much so that full dysfunction erupts within the gene pool.  So where does it end?  When does the damage that has ripped one's soul apart without as much as a hint of being, end? It ends when tears are shed from the darkened soul and light may finally beam through the iron clad wall that holds the fortress together.  One crack is all that is needed to begin the destruction of a wall so thick, that normal is like an earthquake to the inhabitants. Where does it begin?  What is the foundation to a wall such as this?  This darkness and turmoil begins at the root, at the base of one's core.  It is how the world and those within it have nurtured or not.  It's like taking a flower and either watering and fertilizing it or letting it cling to life one drop of rain to