Hi, I’m Chris (: I have achieved no fame, accomplished nothing special, and done nothing of any repute. I’m not an expert on anything, I have never been to University, and I didn’t even graduate from high school. The Truth About me Most of my life I lived as a low life alcoholic. I took drugs, lived my life through computer games, and the only intimacy I had with the opposite sex was via online pornography. Furthermore, I was somewhat of a criminal, often engaging in petty acts of vandalism and thievery. However, It wasn’t all my fault. Chronically depressed, riddled with anxiety, and with social anxiety rendering me a complete outcast of normal society, there was little in the way of options. I tried everything to free myself. I followed …show more content…
The Dark Place If you are still reading this then you haven’t violently hit the “X” button on your browser in a desperate attempt to get off my site. Rather, you may have kept reading because you are in the dark place right now, you know what that place is, and you desperately want out. Allow me to start off by saying that if you are in fact in the dark place, there is a way out. I made it out of the dark place. The life I described above is the complete opposite of the life I live today. This site is about everything I know about getting out of the dark place. Most of what you will read here is absolute shit. I’m a fallible human being just like you, and I’m full of shit just like you. Therefore, you should keep reading what I have to say below… A Word of Warning to all Those in the Dark Place When you are a sufferer of depression, anxiety, addiction, and helplessness (the dark place), your self-esteem isn’t in the best of conditions, or in existence at all. This puts you in big …show more content…
However, you are a unique person, dare I say a special snowflake, and what works for one person may not work for you. You will often see me repeat the phrase: “Take full control of your own life.” This means, your destiny is in your hands. Stop listening to experts, professionals, and gurus. Rather, start developing your own strategies. Find out what works for you. When you do, and I hope you do, you will stop being a mark… So how do you get out of the Dark Place? If you are looking for an easy fix, motivational fluff, or a magic bullet, then this site is not for you. Regrettably, the journey out of the dark place is long, arduous, and riddled with obstacles, traps, and pits. It’s a long road to the light. Sometimes you will roll along it happily surrounded by friends and loved ones. Other times, you will be alone, crawling uphill over loose rocks and mud on your hands and knees. As a result, it’s bloody, it’s painful, and it’s the greatest feeling – it’s life. And, the moment you realize that this is life, that’s when you will know that it’s not bloody and painful at all – it’s fun. Take a look in a mirror right now. Do you know what that creature is staring back at you? That’s a human being. Somewhere, somehow, we humans forgot what we are, and if you going to make it out of the dark place, you’re going to have start remembering what you already know. Four Universally Human
Life can bring so many adversities that can results in battles with depression, low self-esteem, and anxiety over life's uncertainties.
Imagine yourself sitting inside a dark, damp, cave where the only thing you can see are moving shadows on the cave wall in front of you. You can’t move anywhere or see anything besides the shadows, and these are the only things you’ve seen for your entire life, so these moving dark images are the most real things you’ve ever known. At some point in our childhood we were mentally in this state of darkness, we didn’t know anything about the world or have any complex thoughts. How then, were we brought out of our caves of darkness and misunderstanding? The Allegory of the Cave is a well known section of Plato’s
I am no longer one of the people in the darkness. I have escaped the delusion. Through the pain in my
I Would like of change my name into different things of stuff, because sometimes I think that happen if was a name into different things of stuff.
Freedom of speech can be exemplified in many different ways, some of which are not for everyone. "The Blackplague" is an amazing collection of the most disturbing images, texts, and videos imaginable. The home page of the site is a black screen with red writing bordered by skulls. The title of the page, "The Blackplague", is dripping with blood, bordered by upside down crosses, and there is an overall very sadistic theme to the page. The site’s objectives are stated on its home page, "The Blackplague", http://www.blackplague.org, and are summarized in this quote from that page, "We provide a voice for deserving individuals and asylum for incendiary ideas that would otherwise be at the mercy of censorship and suppression". From this home page a viewer has the options of multiple links. They can link to sites hosted by the Blackplague at Web Hosting Services, "Exodus", http://www.blackplague.org/host.htm, view pictures and videos at "The Snuff Archives", http://www.blackplague.org/snuff/index.htm, view writings at "Useful Text Files", http://www.blackplague.org/texts/texts.htm, and can email the site at admin@blackplague.org. All of which, except for emailing the site, are not for the weak of heart or stomach.
T.s- There is a little bit of darkness in everyone, but if you accept it and learn from it, you can grow, but if you repress it and never deal with it; then there will be severe consequences.
Fear is one of the most common feeling ever experienced by the American society. There are different types of fear, although most us don’t fear the shadows or darkness anymore. The year 2017 has been a paranoia to most of us. With all these things going on, we do not know who or what to believe or even trust. Over the time, I realized I was full of fears. I always thought my biggest fear was the darkness and of what was in it. My thoughts were who or what will crawl up of those shadows looking for me. Those feelings started fading over the years, but the “imaginary individual who could take me” hadn’t disappeared. My mind started to wonder what is that individual was real and promised us the entire sea but it is only
Ever since I was a young girl there has been darkness that surrounds me. Entering high school, the darkness only corrupted me further. I found solace in painful places where a blade fell against my skin. All I wanted to do was ease my pain but with time I figured help was the best option. I thought that maybe I could get some help. I soon visited my guidance counselor and exposed to her what had happened and at the time I realized I made a huge mistake. People are not mirrors; they see you entirely different than you see yourself. All they saw was the surface but never what was underneath. After telling my counselor, it was not long before my parents and soon dyfus got involved. This did not make things easier.
I turned around once again, only this time I saw a dark figure.I tried to yell for help but nothing came out. I was frozen. Time stopped for a moment as I tried to figure out what to do. “RUN!” said the dark figure.. I did what it said afraid of what it might do. This time I was running for my life. Knowing I wasn’t fast enough the dark figure was right in front of me. The figure had distinctive blue eyes like the color of the ocean, only there was darkness inside. So afraid I ran the other as fast as possible. The figure disappeared and I was very lost. Finding my way back to the trail I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and this time a blood curdling scream came out.
I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.
Can I ask all of you to please close your eyes? Now imagine coming home from work and visualize you seeing a group of large, black and white whales eating all kinds of pastries outside of your house. Now I need you to see this. They are dropping chocolate and jelly filling everywhere. Then, you go back inside of your house and you appreciate the quality of the light. This light shines on glittering white Olaf the Snowman. He is dancing on your coffee table, partying his heart out, slowly melting because you keep it a crisp 71 degrees in your house. Then you go into your room, crawl in your bed and try to take a nap because your back hurts. You turn your head and Bigfoot is sleeping right beside you snoring louder than your grandfather on Christmas Eve. You
I thought an arduous journey would be my answer. That this external factor would help change me for the better. But that is taking the foolish perspective that I 'm broken to begin with and that I need to be fixed. Besides, each time I tried biking or walking across America I would always fail. No matter how many self-help tricks I tried, I would give up and go back (I should have realized the first time I would end up getting the same results over and over again).
I’m sure you have been inundated with emails and calls, but I felt compelled to join in!
There are lost souls who wander out of the ring of light, fools who wonder what is in the darkness, what the darkness is. There are always those who don’t listen to sense and wisdom and leave the right of light, who turn their back on the fire, and venture outwards. They wander alone, stumble and grope their way through the inky wilderness, blindly picking their way over terrains they will never see. Sometimes they will hear another – footsteps, ragged breathing – and they will wonder if it is a human like them or something never meant to be seen in the light. Sometimes they will brush hands with another person, and sometimes those two will go on together. If they are lucky, they might find a few more, and each holding onto the other, they will find their way
My thoughts have engulfed me into a room full of screams. Some are positive, but most are negative. It’s like I’ve been put in this hole trying to scratch my way out of it looking for the lit up, neon sign that reads ‘Exit’. It’s been about eight years, and at the dark end of what I thought led to nowhere finally showed the red neon sign. I see my future of hope, and along with that came the cold, wet streaks that ran down my face. As I get closer to the exit, I was blinded by red, green, and blue beams of light that someone could easily mistaken for as a UFO. My body started vibrating and music erupted throughout everywhere. ‘There it is,’ I thought, ‘there’s hope.’