Dark Days and the light at the end of the tunnel

I drop like a stone
Into the dark
Falling swiftly, blindly down
A helpless, broken thing.
There is no end to this
No bottom to the pit
Created by a mind
So fragile, so bruised.
This is a cage,
A prison for the soul,
Trapped by bars of fear
And chained by manacles of tears.
The slightest word or deed
Destroys the walls of self esteem
And leaves me crawling
In the dark.


I wrote this in work today, so as you can see it has been a bad day. Work sucked as usual, but Pete persuaded me to go around to his after work and he made me tea and gave me a big hug, and we sat and watched the last half of The Fellowship of The Ring. Then he asked me if I was happy, and I thought, and I realised that while I wasn't ecstatic, and quite a long way from being properly, care-free-happy, I wasn't actually miserable anymore. Just the big hug he gave me when I got there cheered me up and made me feel better.
So, thank you Pete, I love you, you are amazing...xxxx.