Disconnection...

This last week was terrifying.  I understood that chilling sense of disassociation that comes from that place that no one likes to talk about.  "That place" where dark thoughts reign supreme, and emotion has no power. "That place" where, standing in a room full of people, you stand alone, adrift in a sea of nothingness. No feeling, no emotion, no connection. Voices are brash and abrasive, and faces all meld together. "That place" where, by any means necessary, you make yourself feel alive.  I don't know if it's depression, lack of sleep, stress, or a combination of any of the above, but I do know, that that was a place that scares me to think about.  It is sometimes easy to forget that I am not alone. Mine was a short walk, a matter of days, where for some, it's never ending.  I read something recently that stated "respect those that make time for you in their busy schedule, but love those who never look at their schedule when you need them". My friends M&B did that for me.  I hope one day to be able to do that for someone else.  "That place" can be brightened up with a little help.