One of the downsides I’ve noticed about thinking in words is that it’s extremely difficult to relay upsetting information. Like the utter mess the last thirty to forty days have been for me.
Even cutting and pasting a boilerplate document – just a TL;DR synopsis – is enough to have my brain open up the tidy little boxes I’d put all the adversity into, and have it all spill out across my emotional landscape.
Which is, um, bad.
It’s not stuff that I necessarily want to spill all over the internet, or post publicly, for a whole host of reasons. Sure, if I can think of a way that my experience is helpful to others, I’ll write about it. I’m mostly okay, and have strategies (such as the aforementioned boxes) that I’m using so that I can get through this and whatever other crap the universe hits me with while I’m down.
You, dear reader, regardless of who you are, or where you’re reading this, probably don’t know what I’m referring to. You almost certainly don’t know the whole scope of it, or know everything that’s happened.
And while the last month or so has been very rough for me, I know others who have had so much more hurt and pain than I have in the same period of time. They need your sympathy and kindness more than I do.
The reason I’m mentioning this at all is so that my friends – including you all – know why I’ve not been posting as much, not responding to things, not communicating.
It really isn’t you. It’s me. Really.
And I ask for your patience.
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I hope that the problems you are facing can be resolved, but if not, that you are able to heal and that you tread a smoother path henceforth.
I appreciate it, mate.
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