“Most of the guys I grew up with ended up with the same struggles that I’ve had, which is you have every desire to communicate with your friends, family, with anyone, and absolutely no skill as to how to do it. And male-female relationships require that so much.”
I do not preach from a void, or, I hope, to a void.
I see the pain around me. I feel it. It tears me apart. But I reassemble. That is my superpower.
I will be fine. And I will come for you one day, after I finish my map of Hell, and all the ways out of it. It is a porous place, and the security is horrible. In fact, it is designed with escape in mind.
Honestly, I’m not sure what to make of the previous sentence. I have some booze in me, because I continue to wrestle with awful feelings, but I am slowly, slowly winning.
I don’t quit. I have that going for me. I made persistence a primary value for a reason.
Hang in there, if you can. And you can.