I feel like the oldie on here. I know I haven't been here the longest, but I think I might be one of the older in age that lurks. I used to be pretty active on here. I gotta say, Oasis probably saved my sanity more than once.
I lurk about on here every day. I read every journal. I know that a few of you are struggling. I recognize that struggle. I've seen it in myself and there are days when I look in the mirror and I still see wild behind my eyes.
So I guess struggle isn't the right word. I can't talk you down from a ledge or make you stay. But I can tell you, I've lived my own version, and down the road, it hurts less. Each sunrise doesn't break your heart and pain, well it fades.
I'm not trying to minimize your feelings or reduce the validity of those feelings. But in those wee hours, when desperation and the ouchies that nobody but you (and through your journals, we) know about, takes over, you should check out the resource page.
I know it's cheesy, but it does get better. There is light at the end of the...rainbow. :]
I just wanted to say that I know we are so lucky to have this place for our words to come out and breathe life. Sometimes there just isn't enough room in my chest for all the words I hold in.
I love you guys. Even if there are a couple of you that I just wanna noogie like a younger sibling. Love. Got it?