A couple of months ago my depression was quite bad, and I hadn’t started on meds. I wasn’t posting at the Bronze, my normal site. I wasn’t sleeping (over a month of insomnia). I wanted to be dead. And one of my Bronzer friends, who lives in England, was worried enough about me to want to fly over, just to make sure I was okay. My other Bronzer buds would stay up all night on AIM with me, call me at work & home to make sure I was doing okay. Many of them I hadn’t met in person, or had only met once, but they were there for me when I needed them. And hopefully I’ve been there for them, too.
StG
Yep, someone has. Well, a lot of someones, actually.
If you’re reading this, you’re one of the people that’s restored my faith in humanity.
Sad to say, but no one has done anything to restore my faith in the kind nature of humans for a long time. And it’s only gotten worse. I wonder how we made it to the top of the food chain without back-stabbing each other into extinction.
The expression dog-eat-dog world is BS. If only humans were as dependable and trustworthy and loyal as a dog! Please excuse me now while I withdraw further and further from a society that isn’t worth the stuff I scoop out of the cat-box everyday.