That place

I find myself in that place I try so hard to avoid. I don't know how I got here, or why. It is familiar. I have been here before. Familiarity does not make it easier. Actually, it makes it more frightening. I know. I have a knowledge of events to come...the possibilities. The darkness. I am trying to dig my nails in, to stop slipping downward. Life isn't cooperating with the plan. So tired. Makes it hard to fight. But giving in is not my style, not an option. I do not go quietly. There is no good night. I have to stay close to the light. It's too hard when the light dims. Can't find yourself there.