Knowing true despair only makes one cling to the dimmest bit of light even tighter, for she who has seen into her own soul and found darkness and emptiness knows the true value of even the barest speck of hope.
This is a really old piece of vent art I kind of made out of nowhere when I was incredibly depressed and lonely in my college days. Seeing MaskedDragonNamedLin's Saturated (and the ensuing conversation in the comments) inspired me to post this here.
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Thank you for sharing and opening up with us.
I went through a depression during college as well. I wonder if that's common.
My partner talks about depression as a darkness a lot, and those who have survived and continue to survive chronic depression as lantern-bearers who can help guide others out of the dark because we know it so well ourselves, and in so doing the darkness within us becomes a tool we can choose to use to help others.
And I have no idea...maybe? I was depressed during high school too, I just happened to start using art as a coping mechanism in college.
Thank you for sharing.