"I search for any damn reason to continue to exist but I can’t find one."
Oh my friend, you are so important to this world, to this life. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you are the ONLY you. You are the only you there ever has been or ever will be. Even with the theory of reincarnation, YOU are the only current iteration of your soul. You are inherently worthy of life and love and happiness and all good things.
Which makes having trouble finding them suck soooooo much more.
I also admit to having completely selfish reasons for wanting you to continue to exist. I love you. I love your heart, your writing, your vulnerability, your light, your dark--every single piece of you I have been privileged to witness, I love.
So when the world continues to make you feel like shit and nothing and that you don't matter, please remember that you are special to me; you matter to me, and you always will.
"I love you. I love your heart, your writing, your vulnerability, your light, your dark--every single piece of you I have been privileged to witness, I love." I can't begin to count how many times I've read your comment. I'm unable to find the words to express how much this meant to me. Thank you for seeing me even when I try not to be seen. Thank you for loving me even when I don't believe I deserve it. I am beyond grateful to know you. I love you too, Amanda.
Your writing touches me to my core. I am there with you, experiencing your experience - the ups and downs and sideways turns, the longings and the diving in and the regrets and the glimmer of home. Thank you for your truth. Stark truth. Raw truth. There is power in your truth.
Your comments are always so open and heartfelt - thank you, Lion. Received with gratitude. I appreciate you. "There is power in your truth." I wrote that on the front of the journal where I keep the notes for my future book. I'll use that as a reminder on the days when I forget.
I hardly know what to say to all of this, but I'm torn between feeling heartbroken or devastated... Or possibly inspired and uplifted? I have been a very similar kind of homeless, a similar kind of hopeless, a similar kind of exhausted by life, and so I feel all of what you've said so deeply. I know that I want you to feel that happiness again. You deserve it. You deserve more than a moment of safety and belonging. Maybe Mexico will hold that for you. Please keep telling me your story.
That's how I felt on the Road Trip...heartbroken, devastated, inspired and uplifted - often in the same day. It hurts to know that so many people relate to the hopeless exhaustion of life. This is not how we are meant to live. Thank you, Robin. I want happiness for you too. I genuinely believe mine is in Mexico. At the very least, I'll find room to breathe. I'm grateful to you for bearing witness to my story, I'll absolutely continue to share.
"I search for any damn reason to continue to exist but I can’t find one."
Oh my friend, you are so important to this world, to this life. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you are the ONLY you. You are the only you there ever has been or ever will be. Even with the theory of reincarnation, YOU are the only current iteration of your soul. You are inherently worthy of life and love and happiness and all good things.
Which makes having trouble finding them suck soooooo much more.
I also admit to having completely selfish reasons for wanting you to continue to exist. I love you. I love your heart, your writing, your vulnerability, your light, your dark--every single piece of you I have been privileged to witness, I love.
So when the world continues to make you feel like shit and nothing and that you don't matter, please remember that you are special to me; you matter to me, and you always will.
--Amanda Johnson
"I love you. I love your heart, your writing, your vulnerability, your light, your dark--every single piece of you I have been privileged to witness, I love." I can't begin to count how many times I've read your comment. I'm unable to find the words to express how much this meant to me. Thank you for seeing me even when I try not to be seen. Thank you for loving me even when I don't believe I deserve it. I am beyond grateful to know you. I love you too, Amanda.
Same as what Amanda wrote, I just don't do words good.
Your writing touches me to my core. I am there with you, experiencing your experience - the ups and downs and sideways turns, the longings and the diving in and the regrets and the glimmer of home. Thank you for your truth. Stark truth. Raw truth. There is power in your truth.
Your comments are always so open and heartfelt - thank you, Lion. Received with gratitude. I appreciate you. "There is power in your truth." I wrote that on the front of the journal where I keep the notes for my future book. I'll use that as a reminder on the days when I forget.
I hardly know what to say to all of this, but I'm torn between feeling heartbroken or devastated... Or possibly inspired and uplifted? I have been a very similar kind of homeless, a similar kind of hopeless, a similar kind of exhausted by life, and so I feel all of what you've said so deeply. I know that I want you to feel that happiness again. You deserve it. You deserve more than a moment of safety and belonging. Maybe Mexico will hold that for you. Please keep telling me your story.
That's how I felt on the Road Trip...heartbroken, devastated, inspired and uplifted - often in the same day. It hurts to know that so many people relate to the hopeless exhaustion of life. This is not how we are meant to live. Thank you, Robin. I want happiness for you too. I genuinely believe mine is in Mexico. At the very least, I'll find room to breathe. I'm grateful to you for bearing witness to my story, I'll absolutely continue to share.
I would pay to read the book about your travels.
Also, I again wish I could bring you here. It's not Mexico, but it's nice.