Drowning in the Black Morass

Starting to make her away down from the Palace Gardens, listening to the bits of conversation behind her that were still reaching her, Adriwyn realised she wasn’t going to make it back to any of the places she’d said she had for safety. The black pit in the middle of her thinking was eating up too much of her, and making any attempt to keep up her watchfulness was not going to last long enough for the jungle or the desert.

Giving up on that notion, she took the nearest waypoint to Grenth’s shrine, and made her way down and around as though she were headed into the Salma district by its back alleyways – and then disappeared into the shadows to double back and hide inside a slightly-open coffin. Once there, she stuffed her armoured hand into her mouth to stifle her sobs, and cried silently until darkness finally rescued her from consciousness.

cryopearl:

Everybody that reblogs this by May 10th will get a traditionally drawn character based on what I think you look like after scrolling through your blog

Edit: OK I’M CHANGING THE GODDAMN DATE TO MAY 3RD BECAUSE I CANNOT DRAW 5,000 PEOPLE.

YOU HAVE UNTIL MAY 3RD THIS WAS A BAD IDEA

Edit 2: OK, so a lot of people are doubting this, but I’m not going to just skip out on this. I know it’s a lot of people, but the whole reason I’m doing this is because it sounds like fun, and it will be good drawing practice. I’m not starting it immediately, and it might take a while to get them all out, but I AM going to be getting all of these done! I’m going to keep my promise, and this is a legitimate thing.

Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this.