You said you struggled with chronic loneliness. I’m doing that right now. Long story short: I was given the short end of the straw when in comes to socializing growing up. Never made friends and never learned love. I was at my wits end for a long time and ready to end it. Because I was thrown into this system of selling myself for an hourly wage. Never having time to enjoy the things I missed. I ended up in a very bad place mentally. I really thought that was it. Just exist to produce enough money to exist another day to produce enough money… You know? It feels worthless.

But reading about the problems in our society and the fact that we have solutions to them, and there are people trying to fight to make those solutions happen?

That just fills me with hope.

I’m like that too. Sometimes I feel the need to cry, but the tears just don’t come. Last good cry I had was also a long time ago, at the death of a family member. I don’t even remember when.