I mentioned in one of my silly posts yesterday that I'm terrible being alone. I know some people crave solitude. And there are others who can take it or leave it. They like being with people, but are fine to be on their own too. But I'm really not one of those people at all.
I don't know why I'm like that though. I don't know what's so scary or horrible about being alone. Especially if it's just for a few hours here and there. It doesn't make any logical sense. I'm not afraid to be physically alone. I don't sit in my house with a fireplace poker waiting for a home invasion. It's not like that at all. The fear is something within me.
I'm afraid to be alone with my mind. Probably because that usually never leads me to good places. I'm very self destructive. It's a compulsion. I'm like the little kid you can't leave alone for 5 minutes, because he'll ultimately try and jump down the stairs to see if he can fly.
I'm a grown man though. I shouldn't be compelled to see if I can fly, just because no one is around to stop me. But I guess my brain development got stunted somewhere along the way. I'm too impulsive and end up doing stupid things, when someone else isn't around to stop me. It's sad and embarrassing.
I have this little group of people that have taken on the task of watching over me. I appreciate it a lot. Because without them, I'm not sure where I'd be right now. One of them is Nat. No one else has ever been there for me the way she is. And she doesn't seem to mind taking care of me when I need extra attention and support. Which at times, is an awful lot.
Sometimes I can't believe she married me at all, considering the problems I brought with me. But she loves me anyway. And that's an amazingly wonderful thing.
And then there is my brother. He's always looked after me my entire life. Sometimes it would annoy me, but mostly I was just grateful. My annoyance usually stemmed from me being mad at myself that he had to do this at all. But without his constant hovering over me, I already know I wouldn't be here right now.
Then I have these two wonderful friends who care about me more than I feel I deserve most of the time. They're friends I never would have met had I not come here to SC. They both have listened to me endlessly when I can't seem to stop talking. And when things are bad, I can always count on them to be there to help me back up again.
And it's amazing to me that there are people so willing to be my support system, when two of them haven't even met me yet. But it doesn't seem to matter. These friendships I've made are probably the most important ones I've ever made in my life. And I guess I just really want to thank all these people for being there for me.
Sometimes I feel like such a burden on them. They've got their own lives and struggles, and I feel selfish for constantly bringing them my own bullshit and expecting them to listen to it. But I try real hard to be there for them too. If they need me, I will drop everything and be there.
Recently everyone in my little circle went through some difficult times. It was my turn to listen and support. I hope I did a good enough job. I wanted to help them the way they've all helped me. I fear sometimes I fall short of the mark. But they all got themselves back up again. The crisis passed. And I don't know if I helped or not. I certainly tried.
But I guess this post is about gratitude. And in some ways, everyone here at this site has helped me at one time or another. Like yesterday when all of my people were gone and occupied elsewhere, I was desperate for someone to lift me up. And there you guys were.
A few simple words was all it took for me to not feel like I was completely alone in this world or with my crazy thoughts. And those simple words have more of an impact than anyone probably realizes.
So thank you. To everyone. And especially to my four angels.



