"And see, people, they don't understand Your girlfriends, they can't understand Your grandsons, they won't understand On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand." The Strokes, ‘Last Nite’
I know. I’ve been there. I used to be a frequent visitor to that dark place. Not so much anymore. Ideation. Yep. That’s it’s. Solace. Now when I say “I know” I don’t presume to know what’s in your heart and mind other than what you’ve shared and even then, we all interpret via our own experience. But I know my own darkness and it surely resembles what you describe. No “But, Serge, man, think of all there is to live for” platitudes. You know what you have and you know your struggle and you would seem to be chipping away at that stone;?finding your path; making your way. And talking helps. Just vomiting it out helps. Thanks for putting it out there, honestly, unashamedly. Words are your tools. And you put them to good use. Always.
glassy-eyed and grateful for brutal honesty and vulnerability - continuing to constantly "buck-up" while wishing to retreat can be exhausting, amen the Universe puts Arle-like, fawn-like gifts in our path when most needed - beautiful piece of writing
This was my favorite one yet. I've been on meds for anxiety and depression for over five years, so this one really resonates. Thanks for putting the thoughts into words so beautifully. I cherish these essays.
Tony. Thank you so much for the kind words. They mean a lot coming from someone like you/ someone I admire so much. And thank you also for sharing part of your own experience. I cannot tell you how inspiring that is to me. I’m probably where you must have been 5 years ago/ and it can be overwhelming and confusing. So it’s good to know that others have been there/ and still/ they are flourishing.
“The living are so selfish when it comes to the dead. They want them back because, above all else, death is too much to wrap their heads around.“ Wow, just wow. This is an amazing piece of work. Reminds me of “The Dead” by James Joyce. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks a lot, Matt. Appreciate the kind words. You know, I don't know 'The Dead' or even Joyce much for that matter. Although I do like what I know of him. So now I need to dive into something of his soon. I have a bunch on my shelves.
Serge, That was a very brave piece to write, one of your best I think. You hit on two subjects people just don't talk about, death and suicide, and did it masterfully. As I've become older, so many people I've known are no longer here and I've learned to accept that death is inevitable and not worry about it. It could happen at any time. They've all done it before me, so why can't I? Playing the pipes at so many funerals over the years also gave me perspective I think. You conjoured up so many emotions in me with this piece, but I just can't put them into proper words, so I won't even try. Just know that, through your writing, you have made a positive impact on so many people out there, not just me.
Powerful stuff here Serge. Sadly, I can relate strongly and disturbingly to some of it. Happily to other parts. I try, sometimes I don't and let the day go by and wait for the next to try again...maybe. I think you are lucky to be able to identify your feelings. It's a blessing and a curse. Work on what's in front of you is my take, and try to stay focused. That's all I've got. Thanks for sharing. This one speaks to me.
Thanks so much, Jay. I really respect you and am glad to hear from you always. I hope things are mostly good these days for you, man. I'm sorry about the loss of your dog. I know you two loved each other so much. It was a fucking awesome connection in this world, you two. Much love, my man.
I know. I’ve been there. I used to be a frequent visitor to that dark place. Not so much anymore. Ideation. Yep. That’s it’s. Solace. Now when I say “I know” I don’t presume to know what’s in your heart and mind other than what you’ve shared and even then, we all interpret via our own experience. But I know my own darkness and it surely resembles what you describe. No “But, Serge, man, think of all there is to live for” platitudes. You know what you have and you know your struggle and you would seem to be chipping away at that stone;?finding your path; making your way. And talking helps. Just vomiting it out helps. Thanks for putting it out there, honestly, unashamedly. Words are your tools. And you put them to good use. Always.
Thanks so much, Tom.
glassy-eyed and grateful for brutal honesty and vulnerability - continuing to constantly "buck-up" while wishing to retreat can be exhausting, amen the Universe puts Arle-like, fawn-like gifts in our path when most needed - beautiful piece of writing
Thanks so much, Patty. I really appreciate this.
This was my favorite one yet. I've been on meds for anxiety and depression for over five years, so this one really resonates. Thanks for putting the thoughts into words so beautifully. I cherish these essays.
Tony. Thank you so much for the kind words. They mean a lot coming from someone like you/ someone I admire so much. And thank you also for sharing part of your own experience. I cannot tell you how inspiring that is to me. I’m probably where you must have been 5 years ago/ and it can be overwhelming and confusing. So it’s good to know that others have been there/ and still/ they are flourishing.
“The living are so selfish when it comes to the dead. They want them back because, above all else, death is too much to wrap their heads around.“ Wow, just wow. This is an amazing piece of work. Reminds me of “The Dead” by James Joyce. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks a lot, Matt. Appreciate the kind words. You know, I don't know 'The Dead' or even Joyce much for that matter. Although I do like what I know of him. So now I need to dive into something of his soon. I have a bunch on my shelves.
Yep, “The Dead” is one of the parts of “Dubliners” — all fantastic short stories in that collection but that one is the winner
Serge, That was a very brave piece to write, one of your best I think. You hit on two subjects people just don't talk about, death and suicide, and did it masterfully. As I've become older, so many people I've known are no longer here and I've learned to accept that death is inevitable and not worry about it. It could happen at any time. They've all done it before me, so why can't I? Playing the pipes at so many funerals over the years also gave me perspective I think. You conjoured up so many emotions in me with this piece, but I just can't put them into proper words, so I won't even try. Just know that, through your writing, you have made a positive impact on so many people out there, not just me.
Very grateful for the kind words, Jeff. Thank you so much, man.
Powerful stuff here Serge. Sadly, I can relate strongly and disturbingly to some of it. Happily to other parts. I try, sometimes I don't and let the day go by and wait for the next to try again...maybe. I think you are lucky to be able to identify your feelings. It's a blessing and a curse. Work on what's in front of you is my take, and try to stay focused. That's all I've got. Thanks for sharing. This one speaks to me.
Thanks so much, Jay. I really respect you and am glad to hear from you always. I hope things are mostly good these days for you, man. I'm sorry about the loss of your dog. I know you two loved each other so much. It was a fucking awesome connection in this world, you two. Much love, my man.
Thanks pal. Time heals, memories last....have a good day. There is beauty all around us!
Thank you. ❤️❤️
Thanks a lot, Lisa.