There were random letters at the bottom of my last post.

You could say my fingers just tapped the wrong keys. You could say I forgot to totally delete a long and tedious passage about men being asses. You could say a lot.

The mysterious letters are “is”. This is an amazing short English word that denotes existence, any existence, in the third person. So it’s not about my existence. It’s about yours. Honor and respect your being, your isness. Remember you belong here, regardless of what garbage you’ve heard from people who are afraid of their own isness. Remember there is love and care for you even in the most unholy moments. Sometimes it takes a while to find them, to see the love and care.

Also, please feel free to scream, cry, gently bang your head against the wall (no injuries please). Sit quietly and think of revenge but don’t act upon these thoughts. They are like laxatives for the soul, purging you as needed. Turn in another direction when done, preferably to a light source.

I am rooting for you, reader. Always.

(and yes, you/yours is in the second person but isness is about everyone anyway. cause everyone is and needs reminders at times)