Yeah, it's overwhelming

But what else can we do

We all have different things that kill us. For many, it's internal. It's our thoughts or hopes or dreams that we ignore or take too far. For many others, it's external. It's the alcohol or drugs or recklessness. Some people can control it and some can't. Some can choose to and some cannot. And whatever happens, most of us want to feel like we're not in this alone. I think, anyway. Maybe that's what drives us to keep things in or force things out. Maybe I'm not sure what I'm talking about. But maybe that doesn't matter. There's always more. To feel or be or have or want. Always more.

Isn't it overwhelming?

I miss.