I have reached the lowest of lows, guy. I am 27-years-old, unemployed, addicted, and feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of picking up the pieces of my life to build something better. I don't even know where to start, because even small tasks like cleaning my bedroom seem monumental at this moment.
One thing I am aware of, and it's the only thing keeping me from curling into a ball and wanting to die and pass from this life, is how important thoughts and language are. And the ability to reach out and touch someone with words is a wealth that surpasses all of the gold in the world.
I am grateful a place like this exists. I don't feel so alone.