Just when I was feeling so low and so spent, a light has sparked at the end of the tunnel. And it has sparked in the form of a support group of sorts. I imagine it is much like Alcoholics Anonymous. One attends a meeting where everyone there has gone through the same thing. Everyone has hurt themselves, hurt others. Everyone, no matter their background, race, creed, religion, etc., everyone has gone through the same experience. This “place” becomes one of refuge, a respite from one’s present troubles. That’s where I feel I am right now. And that’s where we are — myself, and two new friends. We’re leaning on each other, and wallowing in our collective misery, and you know what? It feels good.
While it’s true that misery loves company, it doesn’t have to be associated with negative connotations. Sometimes, in certain cases, two or more people can actually benefit from a mutual misery, and from the mud flowers bloom.
That’s all I gotta say.