Everyone at this point knows someone who has struggled with a demon that just won’t get off their back. Afflictions of the mind and spirit that laugh at us when we say we’re going to fight them to the grave. Was it common a hundred years ago for everyone to be able to say by the age of thirty that they know a guy who killed themselves? I’m not sure that it was. We have, as a people, failed to understand the nature of this phenomena, and our solutions have been more like throwing paint at the wall. No art has been made; nothing consoles us. What we get is in the form of entertainment, distraction, or anesthesia. Others aim to solve the problem by not addressing it as a problem—they hand wave it away, designating it as a social contagion, the rotten fruit of a weak will, or a thing which should be ignored. Much harm, or acceleration of the fatal aspects of the demons themselves, has been created in the effort to solve the problems. As I believe, and have stated before: a light is at its best when it’s placed in the dark; this is where it should do its work, and it is why I’m writing about this insidious aspect of human existence now.
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