Rising

Things are looking up and the situation that spun me for such a horrific loop seems to be resolving. I'll know for sure in the next day or two but I'm feeling more optimistic about things than I have in days. Life will be changing for me though and it will likely mean less time to write per day. So I'll just have to be more efficient about it.

Anyway, I adapted the lyrics from "Midnight in Me" to a sort of love letter to all of you who flooded my inbox, commented on my stories, reached out to me on Second Life, Facebook, and Discord, or any other way you could find to tell me that you all gave a damn about me and that your world would be less if I was gone from it. Know that each and every one of you had a hand in saving a life that day. Namely mine, and I am grateful and humbled that you reached down into the darkness and pulled me back into the light.

The days used to be so simple
And the nights I understood
I knew what I didn’t know
And life seemed pretty good.

But now the darkness rises;
From somewhere, deep inside of me
It’s power overtakes me,
Can I keep, the Midnight from getting me?

If I can stay in the fight
I know I can stay me
I can keep myself whole
I can start to be free

Now I find I am struggling
With the fears around me.
But all my friends
Help to fight the Midnight in me!
The Midnight in me!
They help to fight the midnight in me...

I would specifically like to thank Damaged, Coyote, Sandstorm, Belle, Mix-up, Wind of the Skies and Canary in the Coal Mine for all that you have done for me and mine over the past few days. Words cannot say enough, nor deeds recompense. Thank you.

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[Damaged]

No thanks is need; we did what friends do. You might not realize it, Penalt, but you are an inspiration to a lot of us. You take on life, you strive for your goals, and you not only attain them, but you pull us all along for the ride.

Remember, we are there for each other, we are all stronger, together, than we would be individually. Thank you for being in our lives, and I hope to have many more years of knowing you, and calling you friend.

Be well, Penalt. Be very well.

—Damaged

[Dj Mooncheeks]

Pff... no thanks to me... *throws mane around* wifely ones never get thanked...

and yes, you better believe I'll sit on you again!

[Penalt]

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Wifey ones get thanked in more continual ways.

[Raging Mouse]

You just get yourself on solid ground. If you manage to grace us with your writing on top of that then we should be grateful for your time. Take care of yourself!