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A piece of me is missing and I am not quite sure what?

It might be my hair, but it might be my butt.

A piece of me is missing from my body or my brain,

A piece of me is missing and it left me with some pain. 


There have always been parts of myself that I can feel have fallen off through the journey of life. I mean I was kind of surprised when I realised that the feeling inside that something is wrong on a molecular level is not something that every person feels. An overwhelming sad feeling met with a dissociative care for everything around you might not actually be that normal. 


I need to do something to ungrow this emptiness.


I decided a while ago that I was going to begin to look at myself in a different way than I was. I decided that the things about me that I thought were weird, did not have to be a negative. My irrationalities and anxieties were actually all part of what makes me… me.

So I did what any weirdo would do, I tried to find a few people who felt like me. The issue with this odd anxiety is that we are not just few and far between. We are so quiet, reserved, and self conscious that we are afraid to take a step outside our own personalities. Everything we fear is connecting with people and finding the little pieces of each other. 


I am living life inside a cage, 

able to see clearly what it is I want to be, 

but unable to ever get my feet there. 


So what helps us live?

What makes it so the self-isolated introvert doesn’t climb an iceberg, jump off, and get their head hurt? 

We need to find some people just like us through non-personal interactions. We need to find hope in the hopeless. We need to find care in the airless. We need to find worlds in the little tiny things in life like making up backstories for ants on the window. 

Life is incredibly difficult. You are born. Your grandparents die. Your parents die. You die.

You need to find the pieces of life that make you happy to live the moments between everything. 

I wrote my new book just as I have every other piece I have written. I want to help you feel less alone and I want to help you feel as though continuing in the world is still possible. This Is Where The Sadness Ends, does not mean it is over forever, or those things won’t happen again. This Is Where The Sadness Ends means that you get to take a new perspective on the things that make life worth living. I hope you do. I hope this helps you.


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