The Fear of Falling Again.

Falling into that dark hole feels like slipping into a place where light doesn’t reach, where the walls close in, and the weight of everything becomes too much to bear. It's the fear of losing yourself, of the days turning into nights without rest, and the nights into an endless abyss of thoughts you can't escape. You fight to keep your head above water, but the pull is strong, relentless, dragging you deeper.

You're scared because you've been there before, and you know the way it strips you of your will, how it makes every step forward feel like walking through quicksand. The fear is not just of falling, but of not finding your way back this time. It’s the terror of being consumed by the darkness, of forgetting what it feels like to be whole, to be at peace.

You want to believe you’re stronger now, that you’ve learned how to navigate the shadows, but the fear lingers. It whispers that this time might be different, that this time, the hole might be too deep, too dark. It drains you, this constant battle, and the thought of losing it again terrifies you more than anything.

But in the midst of this fear, there’s a flicker of hope, a small voice that reminds you that you’ve climbed out before, that you’ve fought these demons and survived. It tells you that even if you fall again, you can rise. The darkness may be vast, but so is your strength, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

You don’t want to go back to that place, to feel that emptiness again, and that fear can be paralyzing. But it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to acknowledge the weight of what you’re facing. Just remember that fear, while powerful, doesn’t define you. You’ve faced the darkness before, and though it may still haunt you, you’re still here, still fighting. That in itself is a victory, even when it doesn’t feel like one.