It’s mostly just a shame that we don’t connect anymore. I went through my big rough patch and barely made it to the other side. I know why I hesitate to reach out, but I’m still disappointed when my old friends are still silent. I’m just a lame three lagged dog who can’t play the same games or something. Life is a little better, but it’s just work and sleep most the time. The isolation that comes with a little bit of legal and financial struggles. Some of those mental health issues. Apparently it’s nearly endless
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I fucking feel you. When your life explodes it’s hard to put it back together. It hurts when you survey all the folks who have shifted from “friends” to “acquaintances.” I want you to know that this isn’t the end though, it’s only the beginning of what can potentially be beautiful, Portland is half-way made up of fellow three-legged dogs, and you’ll find a community again. It just takes some time, and five years from now this will be a bruise that hurts, but just a bruise and nothing more.