Despair looks different for different people. For some it's a drug fuelled night that ends in regret, for others it's repeating the same mistake so many times it leads you to the brink of insanity. While it may take on a variety of shapes, it always feels the same. Empty and completely withdrawn. The shame and anger dissipate into nothingness, yet you are not overcome with serenity, rather enveloped by the void of feeling anything. You know, without a shadow of a doubt, that something has to change. Something significant. The hardest part is recognising what that may be, as the most evident answers tend to only superficially scratch the surface of the journey needed to ascend beyond the pitch black cavern of utter defeat.
