Still Here
I didn't think I was much help before; the way I've felt post-2020, I didn't think I could be helpful now either. I feel like a part of me has been lost over the years. The part of me that would reach out to people no matter when it was or what was going on. The part of me that could be present with others in their suffering. I still care, I'm still empathetic. I just... don't feel like I can be there the way that I want to be. I feel like I can't handle grief and sadness well enough. If I can not do that for the people present in my life, how could I do that for you here? Maybe it's a little egotistical to think that I can be everything for everybody. That certainly is not what I'm going for here, I'm not God. I'm not omnipresent. I just want to show up well for others.
And I think that's part of why I'm writing again.
Even if I don't think I'm doing that great, that doesn't mean I can't be an encouragement to someone. Even if I'm the only one to ever see this, it might even be a help to me.
So yeah, I'm still here. I'm writing again. And I hope that I can be a little light to someone going forward. I hope we're able to find some brighter days ahead together.
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