I sit here. Here is nowhere. Depressed? I don't even know what that word means. Empty, with no place to go, no love, lost, futureless, angry, hurt, scared, alone, isolated, misunderstood, mistrusting, frustrated, confused, vague, deeply empty, yes, now those are real. I detest that word depression, because it is a label, not me. I am all those other descriptive words, all wrapped up in one man.
I fought for 55 years to rise above my circumstances of birth. And I succeeded, outwardly. I grew up in hell, and I fought a war to correct the damage. I educated myself, earned a good living, kept myself fit and healthy, did not become an alcoholic or drug addict. I paid my bills, learned manners, respect, humility, traveled the world, showed interest in others, was friendly, sincere, and followed the "golden rule".
All to no avail.
The one thing I desired, someone who understood me and accept me, eluded me. Now I am getting old.
I am afraid. Because I am losing my strength. I am falling. My energy is giving way. I am losing faith.
I don't need a pep talk. I don't need trite words. I don't need sympathy. I need a future.
I need love. I would try my very best to love back. And I am humble enough to even be taught what love is, in case I don't know what it is.
What is most disturbing is I am becoming less scared now.
I apologize if my spelling or grammar is poor, I write this without the energy to review or correct.
To you, with failing hands I throw......................