Salutations, people of the internet!

I am the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, and from that you can already tell that I adore anything Monty Python. I come to preach the Lore of Plot Almighty, our Story and Salvation.

Just kidding... I believe in the Great Flying Spaghetti Monster!

Anyways, on to the serious part of my profile (Warning, the following may contain traces of edge! It is not my intention, but the topic is hard to keep free of edge):

Listen, I have felt pain in my life, and been in situations that I would wish on nobody, not even my worst enemy. Words have always been an escape from the world when it's being a d-bag. Now, by no means am I saying run away from grief, depression, or anguish. Face it. Confront your own worst enemy: your own mind. I can tell you from experience that it can drag you down into the depths so dark that you will be convinced that there is no escape, only death. That voice will snicker at you, whisper horrid thoughts into your mind.

But remember this: there is always somebody there. I went down as far as I did because I kept my struggle to myself. It nearly consumed me. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel no matter how long or dark it may be. For me, it was the birth of my niece. For others, it was family, friends, and those they care for. For far too many, however, they don't get saved.

I write because I enjoy it, and I enjoy it when others like my work because it means that I have managed to make somebody else's day better. They might not be suffering the way I did, and I hope they never do, but I know that a light at the end of the tunnel is a powerful thing. And for those who are suffering, I want to be one of those lights. When the world is beating you down, I hope my words can be a shelter from the pain, even for just a moment. I hope that they give you the respite you deserve. I don't know how to help from afar beyond the talent I have been told I have for working with words.

So if you take anything from this, remember that somebody always cares. No matter what.