I get little joy from life
So tonight I’m writing a personal post to one person, I don’t know who you are, where you are or what you are going through. I know that in looking at my site stats today that you found my site by doing a search in Google with the following phrase, “I get little joy from life.” That phrase shook me to the core, it’s an ominous thing to be searching for on a search engine. It screams of that feeling of otherness that I have so often written about. The sentence made me feel in an instant, the way I felt at the depths of my depression, cold, black, alone.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE! This is how I sign every copy of my book of poetry Otherness. You are not alone, I’m here, I mean that whoever you are or anyone else feeling like this. Reach out, firstname.lastname@example.org, comment on the blog. You are not alone. Life is hard, I won’t sugarcoat that one bit, but it’s also wonderful and amazing. I know things can feel inevitable, unalterable and void of hope, it’s a lie, it’s fear lying to you, depression lying to you, the bloody chemicals in your brain, other people or even the voices in your head. They lie, I know, I’ve been there and come through it. YOU ARE NOT ALONE! If it’s not me, reach out to someone else. We’re here for you, I’m here you.
Dear readers, friends, this person is not the only one who feels this way and it’s not always the people you think are the weakest or most fragile. The strong are often considered strong because they carry heavy loads with a smile on their face, sometimes they’re crying and bleeding inside. So friends, reach out to someone when you read this, just say hello and ask, and mean it when you ask, how are you doing? You may help someone have a happy day or even another day. ~ Rev Kane
Thank you Michael. I am with them, too.
Thank you, Michael
You’re welcome John