Darkness
I cannot relate my feelings and emotions reciently to anything else I have been through before. With the rage burning away, the hollowness inside is maddening. Like a cancer, it's dark tendrils slowly are spreading through my mind and memorys, tainting them with questions and doubt. Many memories that were solid and happy have fallen into reach of the darkness, even the greatest thing I've ever created is being questioned. I want to beat this, I think I can. I wish I had more counsel, others to turn to for help or support, but I have isolated myself, and stand alone aginst this cancer. The only one I have to turn to, is the only one I cannot seek out, to save me, to save us, she needs my support on too many things to further burden her with the darkness. I am getting through this, that's what she needs to know. I will beat this, I have to. The price of defeat by the darkness is too high.