The words I type are as black as the darkness that has shadowed my life. Black, like the void that swallows hope. Black, like the color of death and suffering, the very hues that have stained my existence. The story of my life, written in the darkest shade imaginable. It’s fitting, too fitting, really.

I hesitate, fingers hovering over the keys. The weight of the words is crushing, like 6 feet of dirt on an open grave. If only it were that easy to bury the memories. How do you write about the moments that broke you? How do you capture the essence of a life that has been more shadow than light?

But I have to continue. I have to write it all, every tear, every heartbreak, every loss. I can’t keep it inside anymore. Because deep down, I’m praying that once it’s all out — maybe, just maybe, the darkness will finally fade.