This is going to be a weird and corny conversation, but it needs to happen. Isn’t it ironic that I’m putting this message in a bottle? Same place you’ve kept these thoughts until now. If I’m talking right now, then it must be freaking bad.
You’re sailing through a tough storm right now and even though you’d rather stay quiet than talk about it, I can feel it and I acknowledge that you’re a fighter. Thank you for having our back and for doing everything you can to keep our shit together and sane.
What is with this recent worries? The worry that bystanders might judge your inability to come through for them, and how you wish they could understand your situation without you having to explain. For every passing day, you feel more terrible than the previous as you fear the judgement your friends might pass about your absence.
The way I see it, we have two choices: explaining things, or relying on people’s humanity not to drive them to the conclusions you fear. But when has their humanity ever made them think from the other person’s POV? When have they ever thought the positive when a person they knew used to be there just can’t be anymore for untold reasons?
I hope you understand my being vague and ambiguous, and the need to keep this message that way. With a bit of luck, the right sailors find this bottle and by some chance ponder on if there’s more to what they thought was going on.
In the midst of all this, please take care of us. Make us a priority for once and be selfish and ruthless to protect us. Knowing you, this won’t be the end of this conversation.
If this message fell into any other’s hand, I fear they might be reading gibberish. But you and I are body and mind. You’re the one person that understands, and I’d like to believe without going into the details, this is enough for you to understand.
All images in this post are mine