Moving.
Moving forward, moving not only into a new house but onto a new path of life. Packing up my stuff, leaving my parents house soon. I never intended to cement myself here like this, but I guess everything happens for a reason. Coming here to stay with my parents... When I lived alone, I was stayed out of my house as much as possible. I kept moving from place to place, blaming it on my A.D.H.D. I had to watch my back all the time, and I... well I didn't keep friends for long. It was too much of a hassle. They caught on pretty fast to the fact that I'm not normal, and when people started asking questions... It just never resulted in anything good. Now, I've found something more secure. I finally have a group of people who understand what I'm going through, and aren't afraid to fight back against the supernatural evils at work. I don't think I need to even mention how difficult life was when I was alone in this... anyone who has shared my experiences knows what I mean. Life alone, being hunted down by the tall faceless monster... There is no better example of hell.
I locked my own emotions out to survive. I locked my thoughts away, disconnecting myself from it all to survive. Now, I'm finally able to let that all out.
This may sound like ridiculous advice: Please, if you're going through something don't try to survive all by yourself. Find others. By what I hear, this is happening to more people every day. Resist, and reach out for help. Then, when you feel like you can, reach out to help others. Things may start small, but someday you might have a group like the Defenders Against Slenders set up.
Also, knowledge is power. I'm learning a lot about this whole... messy situation. It's funny looking back at myself, all of the stupid things I did that could have gotten me killed. I had such a basic knowledge of what was really going on. All of the dangers. The reality of this...all. It's funny in a horrible way. None of it feels right, but you know that it's the only real thing left. My head hurts trying to figure it out... trying to figure out how to say things. It's one of those things that are just hard to discuss. My A.D.H.D. doesn't help. And my short term memory loss. I'm assuming both of those symptoms can be blamed on HIM. Sucks.
I'm curious about a couple of things...
This is happening so much, I'm surprised it hasn't become a national crisis or something. Is there any government involvement in this phenomenon, or are these supernatural disappearances and such still being considered "urban myths"? I couldn't go to the police or any authorities for help when I needed it... What's going on with this? I can't comprehend how HE managed to stay off the grid like he has... I don't know why I'm still uncomfortable about naming him.
Are there any other groups across the world like DAS, or are they the first resistance that has ever been established that we know of?
I've moved up and down this post, trying to figure out what I've forgotten to mention that's been on my mind...
Oh well. I should probably start working towards closing this post.
I'm a poor writer, anyways. I'm not good with words, and I don't quite have the flourish or talent that others do. What I do have is a story to tell, and I'm going to tell it. That's why I started this blog.
Once I've moved into my own apartment and I've got internet access, I'll start writing. That way, I don't have to worry about being interrupted while writing it. Expect another post soon.
Once again, I feel like this ending is abrupt. Maybe it's just me?
-DoctorProctor
1) It's a bit of both. We've seen government or government-like groups operating. Then there is the "urban myth" factor which weighs heavily. Factions in the open working seem to be funded on their own. It's been noted a few times about government officials looking into the matter by people who have been interviewed (or interrogated) but it's a mystery all together.
ReplyDelete2) Yes there are a few. Whether they are as open and welcoming is unknown, most prefer to be enigmas it would seem. Either way they are out there.
You're a fine writer, Proctor. Much clearer than some folks I try to lend assistance to. You're resourceful, seem to have quite the bit of luck. Jealous, my luck is shit. Anyways, you'll be fine. It's more of a matter of knowing what to expect and preparing for whatever comes at you. Because in all honesty, you can't stop shit from happening, dear. Just have to know how to handle it while it's happening and pick yourself up if you're still alive.
But... Again, you're pretty damn resourceful. Things will be a bit easier the more you are prepped.