Sometimes we go missing.
That is to say we have problems we need to deal with that impact on our abitily to help the other people we help on a day to day basis.
Or intermittency basis.
Or ongoing basis.
Sometimes we negatively affect loved ones due to our inability to do the things we have agreed to do.
Sometimes the fuckups we create are accepted.
Sometimes we try our hardest.
Sometimes we or others create a cascading negative self perpetuating cycle of bullshit that we feel like we can’t escape.
Sometimes we hate ourselves.
Sometimes we hate the people who help us on a day tho day basis.
Sometimes we are wrong.
Sometimes we are right.
Sometimes things are out of our control.
Sometimes we win through no rhyme or reason.
Never stop trying is what I am trying to say.
We plural and individually need to walk away.
This does not have to be the end of the world.
It is perhaps a consequence of reality.
It is a part of change and of life.
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