11.21.25
Today beat the hell out of me. Every little thing felt like sandpaper on my nerves, and by the time the day was over I was done with humanity. The only thing I wanted was a meeting. Just to sit in a room where I don’t have to pretend I’m fine. Sometimes just being around my people is the only thing that gets my head to shut up. I used to wonder why people would go sit in a church for no reason. Now I get it. Sometimes you just need a place where the air doesn’t feel hostile.
And no, not every share resonates. Some of them are rambling, confused, or downright baffling. Sometimes I’m sitting there thinking, what the fuck are you talking about? How does this relate to solution? It’s not always easy but I have to remind myself that some of us are sicker than others. And maybe that nonsense spill is keeping them from picking up a drink or a drug tonight. Maybe someone across the room needed exactly that chaos to feel less alone.
What gets me is when people forget that. When they openly criticize someone who’s just trying to stay alive for one more damn day. We didn’t crawl into these rooms because we had our shit together. The least we can do is let each other be vulnerable.
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