I never know how to connect with people over shared hardship.
The worst thing I have to deal with is all wrapped up in fuzzy cartoon animal characters. It feels so unserious compared to actual problems.
“Oh, you’ve got some chronic illness, or you’re addicted to drugs, or you just lost a loved one and don’t know how to move on? Well I don’t know what that’s like, but if the struggle to stop watching fuzzy cartoon demons frick eachother in the weirdest ways imaginable has taught me anything, it’s that there’s always comfort to be found in the thought of who’s watching you from above, mourning as you mourn and cheering you on as you push forward. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how alone you feel, know that when all is said and done, there will always be someone standing in the doorway waiting to welcome you home.”
Idk. I’ve learned a lot of lessons over the years, but it gets hard to take them to heart sometimes. I don’t know how to put any of it into practice, so it all just slips away to leave me feeling unworthy of every epiphany I’ve ever had.