What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

There are plenty of places in this world I haven’t seen yet.

White sandy beaches, bustling cities, and quiet forests where the only sound is your own thoughts echoing back at you.

But if you asked me

“What place do you never want to visit?”

There’s only one answer that comes to mind.

And you can’t find it on any map.

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It’s that dark place.

You know the one.

The place where the lights are on, but everything still feels dim.
Where you can be surrounded by people, yet feel like the only person left on earth.
Where your own mind becomes the loudest, cruellest voice in the room.

I’ve been there.

And I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

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I remember what it felt like…

Like being swallowed whole by something you couldn’t explain.
Like trying to scream underwater  – all noise, no sound.
Like your own thoughts turning against you, convincing you that the world might be better off without you in it.

That’s the thing about it.

It doesn’t look dramatic from the outside.
No thunder. No lightning. No warning signs flashing in neon.

Just… quiet.

Dangerously quiet.

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There’s a line from one of my older scribbles, Gone, that still sticks with me:

“Swallowed by a darkness they can’t escape.” 

And that’s exactly it.

It’s not a place you walk into.

It’s a place that closes in around you.

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What makes it worse is how convincing it is.

It tells you things that feel like truth:

• That you’re alone
• That you’re a burden
• That this feeling will never end

And when you’re in that headspace, those lies don’t sound like lies anymore.

They sound like facts.

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But here’s the part that doesn’t get talked about enough.

That place lies.

It always lies.

Because I got out.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned since then, it’s this:

Feelings aren’t permanent, even the worst ones.

As much as that darkness insists it’s forever… it isn’t.

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Do I ever want to go back there?

Not a fucking chance.

No return ticket. No sightseeing. No “just popping in for a visit.”

That place can stay exactly where it belongs

In the past.

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But I will say this.

If you’re reading this, and you recognise that place…

If you’re there right now, or hovering somewhere close by…

You’re not the only one who’s been there.

Not even close.

And more importantly

You don’t have to stay there.

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I’m still here.

Still scribbling, still fighting, still feeling.

And that, in itself, is proof that even the darkest places in the world…

Don’t get to keep you.

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Stay safe.

Bc