When the demons start to become normal

This is a bit deep and dark for a first real post, and I promise that as soon as my corsets come in you'll be seeing a lot more of the sunshine, but I have to ask someone, somewhere. What do you do when your demons become something you just accept? What do you do when the pain you feel develops a voice and a name? How do you tell people about this darkness without them thinking you're crazy? Or asking if you need the suicide hotline? Or telling you to lighten up?

There are shadows that don't sleep. There are demons with voices like sirens that sing just quiet enough to be heard by the souls that lay awake in the night. I'm not an artist, I'm not a writer. I just wonder how others deal with their demons. That moment where you're watching a show and you hope an actor does something drastic just because you see their pain, and you know their pain, but no one else seems to see. You know the screen play is written that way, but seeing their feelings be so invisible...it enrages those demons inside of you that are always telling you how different you are. It makes them louder. It feeds them. These demons, they feed on your pain in whatever amount they can get. How do you tell someone how invisible you feel when they don't seem to see? When there's nothing to say? When you sound like a whiney 13 year old who had their toys taken away?

I haven't found any answers. I haven't found any way to calm those demons. What I do know is that there is no way I'm alone. So at least that counts for something right?

Just so I don't feel quite so unheard I'll be posting more in a day or so about the life changes I'm currently making, but I want to tell someone how much it hurts every day to watch this living movie play out in front of me, and feel like everyone's in on a secret to smiling that I can't find.