The Tunnel.

It feels like you’re sitting on the floor of a deep, dark pit. You look up and all you see is a distant, seemingly unreachable pinprick of sunlight.
It feels like you’re at the end of a dark, seemingly endless tunnel, running infinitely towards that pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel.
It feels like no matter how fast you run you just never reach the end of the tunnel where you know you’ll finally feel sunlight on your face and your soul will finally feel light again. Sometimes you stop running and sit against the wall of the tunnel in defeat. You bang your head and your fists against the walls screaming for help, screaming in defeat, screaming in desperation. But the sounds of your screams and the intensity of your pain and sadness are muted to everyone but you. They bounce and rebound against the walls of this tunnel and echo in your head infinitely. People pass you by in the tunnel but they are lost in their own world, running their own infinite race against themselves and the sadness and madness that exist in their own hearts and heads.
Sometimes you’ll find someone to walk with you part of the way but they’ll never really understand your journey or the pain and effort of every step you take. Not entirely. But that’s okay. Your journey is your own. Your destination is your own. Your burden is your own. We are all Atlas with our own worlds on our shoulders and in that no one is alone. And the weight may feel heavy upon your shoulders but your muscles will adjust and you will become accustomed to the weight. And you will lift yourself up because you have no choice, and you’ll pick up where you left off in this marathon called life; in this infinite marathon called finding your happiness, and you’ll continue running and running and running. And you’ll meet people who need help running and you’ll help them through part of their journey because you know what it feels like to run alone. And when you need a rest or you feel discouraged, you can take a breather; cry, scream, wail if you need to but get back on your feet and keep on running. Focus on that light at the end of the tunnel and keep on running.
And one day, whether it takes weeks or months or years, you will burst into the light, out of the damp, depressive darkness of the tunnel, where the sun will shine it’s light on your face and your soul will feel light again. With limbs and heart that have been strengthened by your journey.