Despair and feeling hopelessness are languages that many are not able to speak.
I am heartbroken when I read the stories of those who have reached a "I cannot do 'this' any more" cusp-point.
I am heartbroken because I have been faced with such a cusp.
I am heartbroken because I can't seem to find the language to say what they want me to say.
I am heartbroken that such a beautiful World (in such a beautiful Universe) could systematically grind-away a person's joy and hope.
I am heartbroken that just about any word, phrase or sentence will potentially be mis-interpreted.
I am heartbroken that--as a 53y/o non-licensed, random-interweb male--my good intentions may be mis-construed.
sigh
I am heartened that this Space exists.
I am heartened that this Space is open to those who find-need.
I am heartened that this Space is shared by those who understand.
I am heartened that this Space is occupied by those who Care.
I am heartened that this Space is always available.
breathes
I'm glad that a Space exists for those who have need, to meet those who can give.
Yes: there are times when I choose to be silent, and others where I just need to keep silent.
It is not that I lack caring (or am hoping that Another Occupant in this Space will do the heavy-lifting), but that there seems to be no efficacious means to translation.
My Heart goes-out to you--my Brothers and Sisters--even when my breath does not warm your Soul.
That's a tough row-to-hoe for anyone, but such suffering pales in comparison to the strength and courage it takes for someone to finally say "help me, please".
When you read this--and I know that You-Who-Need-To-Hear will--try not to let our silence stifle your dreams.
Only those who have truly lost all hope will be the ones who are not Here, and participating :)
peace