Indira Reddy
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

That’s it then. The dark is coming. Everyone, save up your candles. We’ll need them!

Maybe we are feeding off on each other’s depression. I don’t know. It could happen. There have been multiple occasions where I’ve found my writer friends and me writing similar things because we talk to each other often or maybe Slack is working on a mind-melding machine that works through computer screens…Hmm…definitely the second one.

I don’t mean to be silly, but yes, I do mean to be silly. A lot of the creatives I know suffer from deep, dark negativity. I include myself in this. When I read a depressing poem, it is so easy for me to fall back into the dark. It’s like it requires just a tiny chink to get in. This is not including the times when I myself get depressed. And then, all my mind can think of is the abyss that I’m standing just one step away from and the only words in my head are gloomy, ponderous, keening, wailing laments. The only way I have found to cope is to reach out to my silly side, consciously put that in the forefront. Writing about it also helps keep me standing on the edge. Maybe that is also true for these others that you are reading.

In short, I don’t know. I hope not. Laughter-emergency now. I think I saw a new Slackjaw article. I’m off to get inoculated!

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