The dark man
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:39 am
I was writing an email to my sister to help her understand me. She is a recently retired nurse and can handle a lot but once I started reading it over, I decided maybe it was inappropriate and would worry her so I took out the portion I have put here. I am not sure if anyone else can relate to the dark man or not but I have come to know he is a part of me and in some perverse way, it is kind of comforting to know he is there. Now thats sick! I can no longer tell if it is the disease or the medications but the good news is I have a meeting with the crisis team in 3 1/2 hours.
Anyway here we go
Although I have not been reading lately, you may know that I am a pretty big fan of Steven King. I have had this recurring thought recently and it reminds me of his work. There was a poem in some stupid movie I saw that is much like Steves stuff and he may even have written it but I don't think so.
It goes more or less like “Last night while going up the stairs, I saw a man who was not there. He was not there again today. I wish I wish he’d stay away. “
Kinda creepy eh? Anyway without trying to scare you I will try to explain something and maybe it will tie together. Please keep in mind I have no inclinations of self harm but once the cat is out of the bag it is out of the bag and wont go back in. Two years ago when I was having suicidal thoughts daily for about 9 months, it was a big step for me to admit it to myself. When I called a help line the girl helped me see it was my problems in particular I was trying to get away from, not necessarily life.
I wont say I have not had such thoughts since then (cause once the cat is out of the bag) but I kind of see it like the poem. In my minds eye though, the little man who promises to fix everything lives in a closet in the darkest recess of my mind. He usually keeps to himself now but a few times in the last 8 months I heard him whispering his promises and rattling the door handle.
I have no intentions of listening to him or hurting myself but I wish we had not met.
Anyway here we go
Although I have not been reading lately, you may know that I am a pretty big fan of Steven King. I have had this recurring thought recently and it reminds me of his work. There was a poem in some stupid movie I saw that is much like Steves stuff and he may even have written it but I don't think so.
It goes more or less like “Last night while going up the stairs, I saw a man who was not there. He was not there again today. I wish I wish he’d stay away. “
Kinda creepy eh? Anyway without trying to scare you I will try to explain something and maybe it will tie together. Please keep in mind I have no inclinations of self harm but once the cat is out of the bag it is out of the bag and wont go back in. Two years ago when I was having suicidal thoughts daily for about 9 months, it was a big step for me to admit it to myself. When I called a help line the girl helped me see it was my problems in particular I was trying to get away from, not necessarily life.
I wont say I have not had such thoughts since then (cause once the cat is out of the bag) but I kind of see it like the poem. In my minds eye though, the little man who promises to fix everything lives in a closet in the darkest recess of my mind. He usually keeps to himself now but a few times in the last 8 months I heard him whispering his promises and rattling the door handle.
I have no intentions of listening to him or hurting myself but I wish we had not met.