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I feel so much sorrow but not for myself or any one person, these days I could never presume to feel as deeply or the same as any other person, but I feel like I& #39;ve been walking on eggshells for months. It feels pathetic, being pushed past the tipping point, by a celebrity death.
These days I& #39;m an easy crier. Finding pieces of myself and my experiences with others, empathizing with the most innocuous of words--it feels like my soul has been slow-roasted on a spit for months as I& #39;ve been processing and managing the day-to-day. I just want everyone I know--
to be safe. If by chance things turn for the worse, I want you to know that I care and I want for nothing but things to begin looking up, and fortune begin to shine your way. It& #39;s really beyond exhausting living this year. But living means to have the hope for a tomorrow.
Cancer, Dementia, Depression, Cardiac Arrest; I& #39;ve been impacted by family and close ones leaving prematurely from multiple causes and every single time. I go through the motions. Memento Mori. I& #39;ve also gone through suicidal ideation because and before it.
If you take anything from me or from this thread I want it to be--especially if you& #39;re in my age range, but also who fucking cares about numbers at that point--that there is a lot more to experience beyond the terrible. We live in an era of interconnection, and someone has likely
