Posted on July 14, 2006 in Compassion Crosstalk Depression
I want to publically express my concern for Cinthia:
I am officially dead. Because I have not the courage to hurt my loved ones and act in selfishness, my body will still wander the earth among you. But I might as well be buried under the ground because my soul is now gone. I have lost the will to live, to keep trying, to believe in anything. I am giving up.
Sweet friend, I know your feelings. They have been a bitter, burning salve to me in the past. Don’t give up. The mood will pass, but only if you don’t give up.
Damn, there are times when I wish I could get in a Learjet and fly to the aid of the despairing.