I discovered this site today, while distracting my pain away.
So much suffering I see- so many souls yearning to be free.
But in the responses of support and love, there is beauty that goes far above.
Raw passion so seldom seen, in those content to live their lives by default alone with fake friends, entertained by a screen.
Perhaps our darkest sides show us who we really are. Desperate for love, meaning, and peace, we try so damned hard.
I know none of you by name, personality or career. But I’m sure I share much of your pain, suffering and fears.
I do not think we are losers, scum or leeches; I am humbled by the creativity, eloquence and passion of your speeches.
Life throws everyone challenges and tough lots. So it doesn’t seem fair that some are happy and some are not.
But if I have one piece of advice it is to pause and appreciate that fact that you care. That is a sacred common thread that we all share.
It is ironic that I find more humanity- in the conversations of people on the brink of death – than in the thoughtless banter of modern society. To seek love, purpose and meaning is our human destiny. So automatically you are not a loser, you see?
Every time I fall into a hole I think, this is it; it’s over for me. But so far I’ve managed to break free.
Perhaps success is not curing our disease, but learning to live with and even harness it until we die of old age, say to 103.
Depression is not pleasant, but I’m starting to accept it as part of me. Sometimes it is disabling, and sometimes it sets my soul free.
How terrible that we suffer so, and how great that we feel this much. And if we learn to survive, think of all the lives we will touch.
Love, peace and hello to all my fellow lost souls.