The sun might be out at times. And there are some nice plants growing on the walls. The echo sounds good if you sing to yourself… or you can pretend it is someone else talking. And lightening would not make it down the hole to the bottom.
Even in the Pit, there are good things to think about.
I spend a lot of my day doing just this… trying to find the good parts of the world. And my ideas can be pretty much of a stretch, but it is often all I have. Like right now. The one about the plants really did make me feel better.
It’s all I can do to hold on.
Ramblings of an Agoraphobe 
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“I spend a lot of my day doing just this… trying to find the good parts of the world.”
I was thinking about this for a while, wondering why I don’t do this any more. I used to and have even traveled around parts of the world….. trying to find something ‘good’.
But I gave up, I got completely worn out trying to make what was wrong inside, right, by looking for the answer outside.
Every morning I wake up thrashing around in my own dark pit of terror and turmoil, fighting to keep parts of myself from clawing at my throat and ripping me apart.
The walls of my pit are lined with ancient slime and my echoes are from the silence which torments me. There is no one here but me. I am the pit and the slime and the silence.
But I’m ok, and eventually I remember, these are just lost and lonely parts of myself which want to be loved….and this is how they try and get my attention. If I can’t love them, who will?
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