It’s a full moon.
There’s a ridiculous sort of relief in that knowledge. Maybe everything that happened this week was a cosmic fluke. If you’re feeling disconnected, if you can’t make heads or tails of this great mess called humanity? Blame the full moon. Wander the streets of insomnia and shake your fist at the night sky. You are not alone.
Every morning when I get out of bed, I make the conscious decision to get through another day. Every day as I drive home from work, I try to reconcile my unshakeable belief in a certain beautiful child with my general mistrust of humanity, and my heart aches with frustration and guilt. Every night as I lie awake, I wonder where I’m going. I’m afraid. I’m lost. And on a fundamental level, I do not know if I am going to be okay.
Sometimes the best encouragement that we can give one another is the truth, gently whispered in grey typeset and reverently revealed in the pressure of one hand in another. Me, too. You are not alone.