Walking on Ice

I had a dark day yesterday. I missed medication, and my depression decided to ambush me in a dark alley. I spent the day feeling as though I were walking across thin ice on a lake in winter. Step wrong, and a foot goes through the ice. And if you fall wrong, the rest of you may follow. And once you are down in the inky darkness, can you get back up for air.

But today, feeling more myself, I had a strange thought. The darkness holds secrets. Diving into the darkness could be fruitful, assuming I could do so safely.

I have no idea how I would step safely into the darkness. But I think I need to look into it.