Monday 14 September 2015

Down the well

Its a hard thing to describe to someone who has never experienced it before. It seems like an easy way out from life, an excuse as to why you are failing at the everyday things. But for people affected by the invisible disease  it can feel as if you have fallen down a deep, dark, lonely well and you are struggling to climb back up.

You dwell in the bottom of the well, with only a glimpse every now and then of the sunlight above. Some days you attempt to climb your way up the slippery sides to escape the darkness and your lonely thoughts and return to a life that seems impossibly far away. But the sides are slippery, you lose your grip and slide back down into the depths of darkness.

Every now and then, friends and family can be heard calling, their voices echo down to you like whispers, you can hear them, but their words are faint and fruitless. They throw you tools, ladders and ropes, things to help you drag your way out. It is up to you to use those tools to survive. They can only supply the tools, you must make use of them.

One day, little by little, you take a step up the ladder, the rung is strong and secure as you grip on to the sides, you find your footing and begin to pull yourself up, one rung at a time...

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