The only energy I can muster in this world sometimes is just enough to get through the day. I go to work, advocate for the community I care about, volunteer when I can. I try to keep the house in order, stay connected with friends and family. But often, I feel so anxious that social events feel like rolling the bolder up the mountain. I’d rather stay home with a good book or create something beautiful than try to push through another uncomfortable conversation. I often feel like I don’t quite connect. I can feel deeply lonely, even when surrounded by people. I’m content in many ways, but I sometimes wonder if I’m really contributing to building the kind of supportive, loving community I long for. Because here’s the truth I would help you move, I’d talk you through the hard stuff, bring you food, try to make you laugh on the worst days. I just want to be a good friend. I want us all to feel cared for and to be kind to one another. The world feels mean sometimes, like it’s not built for soft, broken hearted people who are still filled with so much love they could float away. But if you’re feeling like all there is to life is your own little struggle, I want you to know: I’m here. I’m ready, always, to show you just how much I care. Even if it’s been a while, even if life got in the way, I’m still here. I love you dearly. Whether it’s been a month, a year, or more, I’d love to catch up. I want to hear how you’ve been.