Running from the dark place

I watch Grey's Anatomy. Almost religiously. Mostly, because I love the Meredith-Christina-relationship and their way of communicating. They use this analogy when they're feeling a certain way that's difficult to put in other words: "I'm in the dark place."
In the time since my last post, that's where I was. Hard to explain how it feels. Makes me look for answers to unaskable questions. Needless to say, this time around, I didn't find any, either. I did, however, find confirmation: things change and sometimes, when you see what they've become, you regret that change happened. Goes for people, too. Sometimes it's circumstantial, sometimes it just appears to be the natural flow of life. Circumstances can be changed. Not always, but often. I believe we must try. I believe, that's all there is. (That's why I cry every time I hear Nelly Furtado's Try.) What annoys me, however, is that the trying never ceases. And I know I'm rightfully annoyed. Ugh, self-righteousness is so unattractive, I know. So what though? I earned it. Battle scars. They ain't pretty but at one point or another, covering everything up pretty got real tiresome.
Anyway.
So I'm running from the dark place. I feel it lurking all around me, creeping in when I don't keep the defenses up but I'm trying to think suggestively positive.