I've known this for sometime—that writing is a life source. The problem is, when darkness falls, you wish to do very little. A "way out" doesn't appeal, or perhaps doesn't seem worth the trouble or effort. But people who make good art know darkness well. Sometimes it's a matter of coming back to what we already know; reviving ourselves in our truths. I stopped writing, and I started dying.
I'm here to write again. Not to deny the darkness, but to find a way out.