Dark is My New Light
Meet me at the stroke of midnight under the light of the moon.
When I was a kid darkness was terrifying. I remember running up the stairs as fast as I could right after I shut the light off in the basement. Or taking a running leap to my bed after shutting the lights out at bedtime. Random noises in the night, like dented pop bottles filling with air during the middle of the night making a popping noise. Darkness was unwelcome.
As an adult, darkness is no longer terrifying... its comforting. You see, before I lost my soul mate to suicide my world was filled with light. Now... my world is dark. So the darkness has become my comfort. It is where I feel the most emotion. It's where I constantly search for my lost soul. The moon is my night light. In the night when its the most silent and dark is where my soul lives and breathes. Waiting. Hoping. Wishing. Dreaming. Listening for any sign from my lost lovers soul.
Meet me at the stroke of midnight under the light of the moon. We will pick up where we left off and dance to our old tune. Forgetting any reason, any responsibility, and washing away the frown lines. All of my fears are hidden in the shadows of the moonlight. Tucked away till the dawn of day. Rising with the sun. Ill see you again when the orange fades to black when the day is done.
About the Creator
Cassey Dale
I have been traveling through the journey of grief for about 8 years now. Life is not what it used to be. My life is now foreign and I have to rebuild myself.
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Start writing... 8 years ago I became a young widow at age 26 with 3 young children to raise on my own after my husband committed suicide. It has been 8 long and exhausting years. In the search to find myself I have stumbled across countless triggers and blows to my self-esteem. I avoided my grief throughout those 8 years only to discover that I can no longer feel emotion and I have lost the ability to show love. This has created a large distance between me and my loved ones. I completely shut down and shut everyone out. I not only have to heal my heart, but I have to heal 3 other little hearts as well. I discovered that I just don't have the time, motivation, energy, or patience to keep up with the world around me, let alone be apart of society. It has been 8 years and I have finally accepted that this is my life. I have to let go of trying to find the girl I once was because its just mentally exhausting and impossible. I have to close that book and start a new one. I created a video to tell my story because it provides a raw perspective on life after suicide and how committing suicide passes the pain onto someone else. You see, if my husband were to ask for help, I imagine him to be thriving today. He would be so glad that he had chose to stay and see how beautiful it is to watch his kids blossom and grow into their personalities. Instead, he gave up and passed on an incredible amount of deep pain that his children and I will now have to carry for the rest of our lives. It isn't fair that his children never get to experience him. It isn't fair that my children have to grow up without a daddy. It isn't fair that he flipped the ending to my happily ever after. I can go on and on about the things that are unfair to me but that's not what matters most. What matters most is that once someone commits suicide, someone is left to make sense of it.
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