I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re going through. I don’t know what you’re suffering from. But I know you’re going through something. Everyone is.
You’re going through something particularly painful. This is not your run-of-the-mill badness. This is nuclear badness.
Nobody knows about this situation, of course. You’re pretty quiet. You’ve kept it to yourself for a long time. But even the people you HAVE told can’t help you except to pat you on the butt and pity you.
But you don't need pity. You don’t need inspirational words. You don’t need clichés. You don’t need to be told to let go and let God. Or worse: This too shall pass.
What you need is to get through this crap. You need this to be over, once and for all. You need to get back to normal life again.
Oh, what you wouldn’t GIVE to be normal again.
Maybe it’s a medical problem. Maybe it’s emotional. Maybe your kids have been taken away from you.
Maybe you’re like the woman who emailed me yesterday, whose son is going to prison for a crime
he says he didn’t commit.
Maybe you’ve been told you’re dying. Maybe the doctors don’t give you a lot of options. Maybe you’re a pinball stuck in the Great American Medical System, bouncing from specialist to specialist, only to find out that they can’t tell you a cussed thing.
Maybe you’re the young man who messaged me last night, who said his father was murdered in a home invasion.
Maybe you’re a teenager, who emailed me this morning, whose parents are fighting all the time. There is a lot of screaming in your household. You can’t do anything but sit in your room, playing on your phone.
Maybe you’re in college and your girlfriend cheated on you. Maybe the adults in your life are telling you that time heals all wounds, and that you…