Yha, all the people around me are staring into their Smartphones and attacking humanism on social media like you are. I was just reading through y’all’s conversation and this piece stuck out to me. I read a lot of loneliness, hurt, and isolation in your comments, yo, and then I read this piece. Man, do I get that. That reminded me of me throughout high school and college; I didn’t feel like anyone saw what I saw. Which was pain. And if I’m being honest, I was seeing others’ pain, but I was mostly seeing my pain. I met my best friend late in college, and she was a god-send because she got me. She saw their pain too. And more importantly, she saw my pain and honored it, and that was such a relief.

When I feel alone and isolated, I usually feel like withdrawing more. Since her, I’ve found that that’s usually a sign that I actually need to connect. I need to find others that get me. Not as another avenue to vent my frustrations and anger and pain, but as an avenue for joy, as an avenue for remembering that I am more than just my pain.

That’s a lot of shit off the top of my head, and I dunno if you’ll resonate with any of it because I only know you as far as a few comments online. But wanted to write it in case it would resonate with you or anyone else.

Take care of yourselves, y’all.