Somehow, somehow. In this dark room that welcomes no other visitors, I have felt the presence of others. You say that you are a stranger because we have never met, I say that most people I have met are the strangers. You are more real than anything my eyes can see.
I was not expecting so much kindness and love when posting No Title. I was not expecting much more than a wayward glance. It seems that I underestimated everything. To hear that my words touch - that my battle is not fought alone – that you have stood where I stand and will provide a tiny light. I cannot express what the outpouring of each and every comment and message sent to me has meant.
Tears are still finding their way down my cheeks as I read your words.
You have found your way in.
I am truly, truly moved and changed by this.
I carry on, as I have before. As much as I don’t want to, and as little hope that I have, I carry on.
Some may think I am too sentimental; that this all means too much to me. I say: when you find fewer and fewer reasons to keep going, a kind word can mean everything.
Somehow, somehow. In this room that welcomes no other visitors, you wrote the most beautiful words I have ever read – and you gave me a light.