Book #17 – Saga: Volume 4, by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples

Wow, I’m managing to do more than one review in a week! Woo! Who knows, I might be able to catch up sometime soon…maybe…possibly…

okay, probably not…

On to another graphic novel:  Saga: Volume Four by Brian K. Vaughan & Fiona Staples.  If there is any new graphic novel or comic series you start reading this year, SAGA should be it.  Image Comics is producing some stellar work lately (This is Robert Kirkman’s label, of Walking Dead fame) and Vaughan’s work is among the best.  Beautiful art, classic story (lovers from opposite sides of a galactic war), intertwined with some twisted characters, difficult decisions, and a strange, ever growing intergalactic system.

The comic is ongoing, and each volume collects 6 issues into one collection.  The world keeps growing, and sometimes the characters can be difficult to keep track of.  However, if you were to read them more regularly, as each serial came out, it might be simpler to track.  Likewise, you could just wait until more of the series is developed. I’m sure we’ll see these volumes turned into larger compendiums.

Volume 4 lost my interest a bit in part because it introduced addiction and infidelity into the main characters’ relationship.  I understand the desire to add a personal struggle into the already existing universal issues, but it felt almost forced.  However, Vaughan and Staples have a strong track record, and I think they’ll use it to build the adventure part of the tale (which seems to always seems to be expanding).

If anything loses your interest in the series, it might be the constant action and jumping between our characters.  While there is depth and beauty and violence, and LOTS of action, the story could do with a big more grounding.  However, we’re still early on in the series. There is so much potential and so much to enjoy in Saga that I’m not ready to give up on it yet. Instead, I’ll impatiently wait for the next one, just like everyone else.

Book #16 – On Immunity: An Innoculation, by Eula Biss

A little outside my norm, but Eula Biss’ book, On Immunity: An Inoculation, is well worth the deviation.  Biss takes on the highly publicized Anti-Vaccination movement that has been sweeping the US, and yet she does so in a non-agressive, completely approachable way.  I cannot recommend this book enough! Whether you simply want to know more about vaccines and their history, or you’re really debating to vaccinate your children, Biss provides answers.

As a mother herself, Biss talks directly to the audience most directly affected by and directly causing the current vaccine/no-vaccine issues: The Parents.  She points out the fears of parenting: the worrying over what is right and wrong, what will cause your children harm, what will save them…where do you draw the line?!  These are natural, normal, and completely understandable. Just because you want the best and safest route for your children does not make you crazy for worrying over things you’ve been told may harm them!  However, Biss does not shirk her responsibilities: sometimes, the reward FAR outweighs the risk, as in the case of vaccinations.

Biss’ main thesis is that vaccinating is far safer and effective than not vaccinating, but it is alright to have questions and be cautious.  She sprinkles in history, science, ethics, and the moral issues surrounding vaccinations.  All of these serve to not only inform but to hopefully show the doubting reader an answer: choose vaccines, because even with the worries, they’re worth it.

My review may be short and glowing, but I can’t talk too much without telling you her entire book. In short, I recommend it for those interested in understanding how vaccines developed and why people fear them. More importantly, I definitely recommend it for those afraid of vaccinating their children. Biss really does a stellar job of targeting her audience without alienating them.  Give this book to anyone you know who doesn’t understand why vaccinations matter!

Top Ten Books From my Childhood Currently Still on my Shelf

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Another week, another list from The Broke and the Bookish! This week was a freebie, so I had to think it through a little bit. So, my freebie list is a little bit lengthy in description, mostly because it’s difficult me for me to make up my mind on these things!

For this week, I looked on my shelf of young adult/children’s books, one’s I actually read sometime between the ages of 8 and 14 (or somewhere around there), which I still regularly return to. Knowing where my reading interests are now, it might be surprising how very little fantasy sits on those shelves (or made it to this list). Instead, it’s filled mainly with historical fiction, with a smattering of others mixed in!

1.  Jacob Have I Loved, by Katherine Paterson, has been around since 1980, and it won the Newberry Medal in 1981.  More importantly, it is an amazing story! A classic book, I fell in love with it at a pretty young age. I reread it regularly, and I cannot recommend it enough.

2.  One More River, by Lynne Reid Banks introduced me to conflict in the Middle East at a fairly young age.  I was obsessed with World War II and all the different aspects around it. This followed naturally into the founding of Israel and the formation of kibbutzs.  Lynne Reid Bank really gets the point of view of a young adult while giving some striking perspective on life in Israel and the war with Jordan.

3.  Afternoon of the Elvesby Janet Taylor Lisle will long remain one of my favorite books.  It is about imagination, friendship, and the importance of seeing through to what people need and where they are hurting.

4.  Sarah Bishop, by Scott O’Dell.  So, I know this “historical fiction” is really just fiction.  However, the strong independent woman living in the woods fighting off the witch accusations certainly captured my imagination.  O’Dell always excels survivalist stories!

5.  The Giver, by Lois Lowry.  What can I say about this book that hasn’t been said already? A classic, well loved by many, it certainly has had an impact on young adult literature and probably the life of many a child, including me. I admit, I haven’t read the rest of the series, partly because the first one means so much to me.

6.  In My Father’s House, by Ann Rinaldi.  Okay, so there are actually a LOT of areas in history I loved as a kid…this one is the Civil War. No wonder I now work at a historic site…this is all starting to make sense

7.  The Witch of Blackbird Pond, by Elizabeth George Speare.  So, I obviously also had an obsession with the witch trials. Hell, I still do. Maybe I should do a list just on those books…Anyway, this is fairly light fair even for the subject matter, but it is still gripping.

8.  I am Regina, Sally M. Keehn.  Okay, okay…the pattern continues…now we’re onto stories of Indian Captives. This one is supposed to be based on fact, but I know much of it is pretty much just imagination. Still, the themes for my younger self are here as well.

9.  Horror at the Haunted Houseby Peg Kehret.  Finally we break the cycle!  A piece of fluff sitting on my shelf!  Simple, short, mystery (with a hint at the ghostly).  Perfect little popcorn tale, then and now.

10. Ozma of Oz, by L. Frank Baum.  Alright, so I have only read a random few of the massive series that is Baum’s Oz.  I love this one the most, and that is in large part due to the AMAZING film Return to Oz.  I love the 1985 film. I even have a chicken ornament named Billina.  Yes, this is my life and I’m proud of it! I really do recommend the book (not just the movie).

**Bonus, because not currently on my shelf for some odd reason…

The Big Lie: A True Story, by Isabella Leitner.  The list made me rethink this missing book in my library. This was my first book on the Holocaust, which I read in Second Grade. I can’t find my copy! What happened!!! While I have many, and I do mean MANY, books on the Holocaust (I did mention my WWII obsession), this one was definitive largely because it was the first, and it was perfectly written for a young audience.

Security Blankets: Passing the Time and Serving the Soul.

We all have our security blankets: books, music, exercise, movies, television shows. You know what they are. Those things, habits, hobbies, you cling to as a little piece of comfort. Sometimes they’re bad, sometimes they’re perfectly healthy (but may be a guilty pleasure), and sometimes they’re just plain awesome.  Mostly on this blog I discuss one of those blankets, my love of reading & books. Disappearing into a story is a surefire way to calm myself down and jumpstart my creative spirit.  But, there are other things I cling to that I love, that not only comfort me, they make me who I am.  I thought it was about time to blog about them, just a little bit…

It’s best to start with the reason I’m even reflecting on these security blankets: my umpteenth rewatch of Battlestar Galactica.

Of course, I mean the 2004 version, which I will always hold dear as one of my favorite shows.  I regularly get into arguments over this show. Some people I know don’t quite agree with my obsession, and that’s just fine.  For me, it holds all my favorite things: science fiction, politics, gender issues, religious/myth debates and universe construction.  Like any good sci-fi, it isn’t afraid to tackle some heavy issues. It has it faults, and it gets a little heavy handed later on, but whenever I am stressing, watching BSG in the background is a way to refocus.

Sticking with the TV theme, my other long lasting boob-tube obsession is Joss Whedon, most notably Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  This probably really dates me.  Buffy came out when I was finishing up middle school, so I was the prime target audience.  I didn’t finish the actual entire series until much later, but I’ve now rewatched the whole thing, just like BSG, over, and over, and over, and over… Whedon writes complex characters, and I love the witty dialogue (I know this is a hot button issue for non-Whedon fans). Of course, there are also strong women, interesting romance (problematic romance really), and plenty of cheese alongside the horror.

Back when Buffy first appeared on air, I also was introduced to what remains for me a rather guilty pleasure: The Spice Girls. They may come across as rather corny now, and very…VERY 90s. If there is anything in this world that SCREAMS 1990s, it is the packaged pop of groups such as Backstreet Boys (another favorite at the time), NSync, and The Spice Girls.  I don’t listen to them very often, but when I do, I feel like I’m 14, just past the worst of my awkward pre-teen years, feeling as if I can conquer anything for the first time in my life.

Okay, so it seems I”m regressing..I went from college to high school to middle school.  Why not go one further back to grade school days: Coloring.  Yes. Coloring.  I know, it’s making a resurgence lately, and I’ll throw in my Hipster card of: well my friends and I were on this train before it was cool again. But who really cares?!  I credit Annie with this resurgence in our circle (circle of two right now).  I’ll also group this with drawing, doodling, and art in general as a soothing and creative past-time.

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Okay, one last item, and this time I’ll jump back up to adulthood: Cooking & Baking.  I’m not great chef, but I take pride in conquering the kitchen. Most days, I come home from work and cooking dinner is there to be done. For me, that’s not so bad. Sure, I don’t enjoy it all the time, but putting on a movie, an audiobook, or a podcast, or music, and bouncing around my kitchen while I cook is just plain soothing.

No one bothers me (in fact, just don’t wpid-0508152046.jpginterrupt my cooking…just don’t). I go into a zone, and my cuttingboard, oven, pots, and pantry become my canvas. I usually only cook for two, but I LOVE to share these creations. Yes, partly, I like the praise. Really though, I just want to share the results. Food is soothing. It brings most people comfort and brings up memories or new experiences. My husband and I like to try creating new things, and together the kitchen is an experimental workshop for our ideas (or the ideas of others we then play upon).

wpid-1224142024.jpgBaking is the longer version of this zen moment. Usually, bread, but complex pies, cinnamon rolls, pretzels, you name it…baking is as zen a moment for me as cooking. Plus, then I get to shove sugar and carbs at people (which maybe I shouldn’t enjoy so much).

And that’s my random collection of “security blankets.” There are others, some I shouldn’t rely on so much (I do so love a good cocktail or homebrew), and others that I could do to practice more often (hiking, writing, etc.).  I’d love to hear what some of you may enjoy. What do you watch, listen to, read, or do when you need a security blanket, a moment of relaxation?

Top Ten Authors I Want to Meet

8a00a-toptentuesdayIt’s that time again, brought to us by the wonderful folks at The Broke and the Bookish, and after last week, I’m glad I can spend some time fawning over authors!  This was honestly a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.  There are so many authors I would enjoy meeting, narrowing it down to those who mean the most, the ones I would stand in front of and struggle not to cry, that took me a bit.  I think what is listed below, is the elite of authors for me…my own personal collection of Jimeny Crickets (my consciences on my shoulder).  So…short and sweet…well…for me…

1.  Jane Yolen.  Can I fawn over her enough? She may not be a big popular shiny new author, but I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, she changed my life as a reader and as a woman.

2.  Charlotte Bronte.  This is another non-shocker.  Bronte’s Jane Eyre changed my life as much as Yolen’s work.

3.  Ursula Le Guin.  I have only read two of her books, but Le Guin is the queen of science fiction and to meet her would be to meet a legend.

4.  Neil Gaiman.  I fell in love over his comics, and I’ve stuck around to fall in love with the rest.  I should add Amanda Palmer here as well since they are a dynamic duo, but independently I also find them awesome! They are both amazing, creative, and just plain likeable. I feel like meeting them, especially Amanda, would be like meeting long-lost friends.

4.  Patrick Rothfuss.  I’m a newbie to the Rothfuss fan club (in comparison to his millions of devotees).  However, not only is he a stellar writer, he seems to be one of the most likeable and human people out there. Plus, he kissed a llama. HE HAS MY VOTE!

5.  Virginia Woolf.  Talk about another huge impact on my life. Mrs. Dalloway remains one of my all time favorite books.  Woolf dealt with a lot, and meeting her would be an honor.

6.  Gertrude Stein & Alice B. Toklas.  Okay, another one where it should be TWO, but I’m stretching it here. Really, authors or not, I would adore meeting both of these incredible and iconic women.

7.  Brandon Sanderson.  I have yet to read a book by him that I do not love.  World building, magic systems, religion, politics…yes please!

8.  Libba Bray.  Again, I’m fairly new to the Libba Bray fan club, but I love her writing style, her originality, and, of course, her sense of humor. She comes across as the crazy cool cousin that you see once a year and ask yourself why you don’t talk more.

9.  Mark Twain.  Okay, so I generally am not a fan of classical American tomes. However, meeting Twain would be an honor on many levels. One: I’m from Missouri…gotta love a Missouri author. Two: Huckleberry Finn is one of my favorite books.  Three (and most important): Twain was outspoken for his time and had a major impact on literature as a whole. How could I pass on meeting him!

10.  Hildegard von Bingen.  Okay, so most people own’t know who she is. If you do, it might be as a canonized saint.  Really, I fell in love with her when I read her 11th century Physica and Causae et curae back in college when I started my fascination in folk cures and the evolution of medicine.  In a time when women were rarely recognized or remembered, Hildegard was writing about theology, science, medicine, and music. I cannot help but be eternally impressed by her and grateful for her example.

Book #15 Circle of Reign – by Jacob Cooper

I’ve been putting off doing this review on purpose.  This is one of those books I kind of hated at first, but by the end, I had to admit it had some good moments. Still, this might be the first review here where I’m not 90%+ positive in my reaction (maybe not even 50%).

That being said, let’s get down to it…

Circle of Reign, is Jacob Cooper’s first novel.  If you want the summary follow the link. It’s a bit too much for me to really explain concisely.  When I picked it up on Audible (it was a Daily Deal), I was intrigued by the concept of a new epic fantasy utilizing Light & Dark in a new way, and I had no idea it was a self published work.  I hold nothing against self published works, they simply aren’t my first choice when looking for books.  The reviews are generally glowing, and the first hour or so of listening was really exciting!  And then…it went downhill.

Don’t get me wrong, Cooper does create a complex new world.  He introduces a magic system and land that I do want to learn more about, but I’m just not sold on it.

First, as another reviewer put it, he’s just begging for an editor.  I just listened to the audio, so I didn’t see grammatical errors, but he occasionally uses words that just sound fancy and don’t fit.  Now, I have a decent vocabulary and I like a solid, complex vocabulary in books.  What Cooper does here makes it sound like he is honestly just trying too hard.  He also falls into the trap of creating a language…without creating a language. He includes complicated made up words and immediately explains them with the English. Yes this can be done effectively, but here it feels clunky and forced. Again, I attribute this to just trying too hard.

Second, character development is almost non-existent.  There is a brief effort with the two main characters, but I don’t feel like Cooper thinks of them as breathing creations, which characters should be to any author.

Third, the book tries to be as political as other major epic fantasy series, without actually bothering to delve into the politics much.  Everything feels skimmed, brushed, but never explored.  I saw a positive review that compares this book to Brandon Sanderson “except less nerdy and more gritty.”  Well, it’s grittier because it is rougher in both language and especially political plot…and can’t pull off the finesse of Sanderson or George R.R. Martin. Cooper definitely is influenced by the two of these authors.  However, Sanderson and Martin are all about complex plots, twists, political intrigue, and world disaster.  Cooper attempts to pull on these elements, but doesn’t quite succeed.

Still, I can’t be all negative. Though it took me a long time to force myself to read, by the last third of the novel, I didn’t want to put it down. Yes, part of that was because I knew I was nearing the end, but I also got wrapped up in the action.  Here Cooper starts to hint at a larger mythology, and he starts to build a battle scene that could rival other epic fantasy battles.  In the end, I felt like it was a let down and a bit predictable. I am curious to see what happens next, but if he doesn’t get an editor or a mentor on his writing style, I don’t know if I can put myself through another book.  It’s actually sad because Cooper really has the basic blocks to what promises to be a great concept/world/story.  The execution is just lacking.  However, I’m glad other people have latched onto it. His creativity certainly needs to be lauded even if he isn’t very polished.  I hope he improves and succeeds eventually, but I do suggest you go into the book only if you can look past the rougher edges.

And that’s all I’ve got!

Ten Books (or Authors) I Will Probably Never Read

8a00a-toptentuesdaySo, I’ve slacked on my Top Ten Lists. Time to pay another visit to The Broke and the Bookish for this week’s list filled with fury and disgust (or rather just the knowledge that these are NOT books for me).  It is supposed to be about ten books I’ll never read, but I’ve expanded some to the author in general.

I’m honestly not really so hateful, but like most readers, I do form strong opinions and that includes some books or authors I just can’t bring myself to get into.  However, I realize saying you don’t like something is often fighting words for most avid book lovers, so be warned!

1. 50 Shades of Grey, by E.L. James. I just can’t even….I made myself read (or skim) Twilight, so I could understand the hype and argue why the series is just so maddening.  This one, I can’t even justify that little bit.

2.  Middlemarch, by George Eliot. This may not need to be on my NEVER list.  Indeed, I’ve read part of it, and hated it.  Still, the parts I did read caused enough of a strong reaction in me to make me never finish and want to never pick it up again.  I know it’s a classic, but it might just be the ONE English classic I can’t stand (besides Wuthering Heights).

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3.  Anything by Cassandra Clare  (besides the first City of Bones, which I’ve already read).  I disliked her first hit SO much, I just can’t read anymore. Her writing may in fact improve, but I find her uncreative, and her online bullying in the fan-fic community is just a shame.

4.  Anything else by Stephenie Meyer.  As I stated earlier, I read Twilight to be able to fight against the series with clear arguments. I don’t want to suffer through read her stuff again honestly.

5.  Under the Dome, by Stephen King. I like King, but I couldn’t make it beyond the first few chapters of this book.  I’ve tried twice.  It doesn’t help that there is tons of imagery of people being sliced in half or losing limbs when the dome falls…and I tried to read this (the first time) only a few months after I sliced off my own finger and almost lost it completely. Bad Idea.

6.  James Patterson is another author I just have no desire to read.  I’m not much into straight mystery or what I sometimes not so lovingly call generic fiction.  He easily fits that category for me. Just boring.

7.  Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher.  This is more of a probably because my friend has been begging me to give the series a try.  I just don’t like the sounds of it.  We’ll see if I ever give in to her request.

8.  Any book (or movie) by Nicholas Sparks.  Just. No.  *shudder*

9.  The rest of The Caster Chronicles by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. I read Beautiful Creatures and it was okay, but it was also enough to let me know I don’t really need to read the rest.

10.  Lastly, Game of Thrones, by George R.R. Martin.  I do love the show, but I don’t feel the desire to read the books.  Maybe one day, but I think there are plenty of other books out there I’d rather read first.

Book #14 – Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, by Anne Lamott

So I finished this book about a month ago at this point…I really need to start writing these reviews quicker so I can be more thorough! As it is, it isn’t difficult to appreciate the beauty and guidance of Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life.  I was introduced to Lamott’s work, specifically this one, back in my Master’s Degree program, by the wonderful Dr. Barbara Price.  Though we read pieces, we never read the entire book, and when focusing on how to teach writing to others, it isn’t necessary to read the entire memoir.  However, I do recommend it.

Bird by Bird is exactly what it states: part instructional guide for the would be writer, and part memoir.  Several parts are easily quotable: snippets to pull out and put on an embroidered pillow, or an internet meme.  But there is really marrow beneath this fragile bones.  Lamott is a gloriously funny writer, willing to bare her pains and mistakes and successes so that her readers may learn from them.  Through her experiences, the reader discovers insight to the self as well as the page.

I wish I hadn’t waited so long to write this review. I also wish I had a physical copy of the book (something I”ll remedy) since I read this through an audiobook.  This is the type of book I would scribble endlessly in the margins, dogearing the most important pages, and sending poignant sections to those around me.  It made me want to write more and provided the tools to start (which I promptly ignored if you can tell from my semi-absence on this blog).  Still, I’m glad I listened to it.  I’m going to use it as my occasional “self-help” book..something for a bit of motivation and inspiration.

Thanks Anne Lamott. I promise to do better by you, even if it isn’t by much. Thank you for your words.

Deep Thoughts ~ Depression, Living, Moving On

Most of us probably have those days where we don’t know where to even begin let alone end. You know the ones I’m talking about.  From the moment you wake up, it’s time to crawl back to bed, hiding from your problems in the world.  Sadly, hiding never works. If it did, life wouldn’t be so painful. It also wouldn’t be so incredibly wonderful and inspiring. Getting past that pain only makes the world brighter and the options better, but you need to be willing to fight. Fight for what you’re worth.

I bring this up, because my own fight for this sense of self-worth and positivity seems to finally be reaching a level of stability after years of self-loathing. The transformation is far from over. You never really completely move past depression. It’s part of what shapes you, but you can learn to understand it, work through it.  Perhaps sharing my thoughts can helps someone else going through similar feelings. After all, we’re all together in this grand adventure called life, neighbors in each other’s tragedies and joys. Why not share them.

A few years ago, I let my situation get the best of me.  Everyday was a struggle to move, to leave my apartment, to face the decision to go to my classes at grad school, to go anywhere  Several times when I was home alone, I quite literally turned off all my lights and sat down on the floor of my closet and just cried.  It wasn’t my first battle with my emotions, and I know it won’t be the last, but unlike the puddle of a teen I was when I suffered my first heartbreak and first battle with self-hate, this time the hatred hit me deeper and lasted longer.

I knew from the first semester of my PhD program that it wasn’t the place for me. However, I had made the decision to try my hand at it. I was always good in school, always the academically sound one.  Since I was good at school, I thought that meant I should keep going.  I was following the logical path of: because I am good at A I should do A…not sound logic really.  I thought I was meant to teach college. At the beginning, I nearly took time off, doubting my own mind, but I was persuaded to go (and they offered me a phenomenal scholarship…it was meant to be, right?).  Since, I wasn’t opinionated enough on the matter, I listened to others and not myself.

And I paid the price.

For over four years, I played the game…barely.  My professors noticed, and eventually I had no choice but to leave the program.  There were many, MANY, tears. I gained weight and also drastically dropped some in a particularly high stress point. I pushed away people, nearly tore apart my marriage, and my self-confidence drastically decreased.  Everything I did suddenly become unworthy.  I went through counseling, briefly, but it was a short lived effort.  However, walking away from the program was one of the best decisions I ever made, but it wasn’t an easy one.

Even after I left, my self-worth suffered. I saw leaving the program as giving up, as a sign of my weakness. I was a disappointment to myself and I took that to mean I was also a disappointment to those around me.  I thought I wasn’t good enough to go anywhere, and let myself flounder quite a bit. Eventually, my mind started to clear, but the self-loathing remained to some degree, eating at the back of my brain while my body thought it was moving forward.

Those negative emotions are easy to hold onto. They become a strange perverted security blanket, acting as a false sense of self-value. By wrapping myself in the opinion that I was so bad at Things A or B, I simultaneously set myself apart, gave myself a new, twisted identity that at least meant I was being noticed, or different from those around me.  That blanket has been the most difficult thing to shed.

So what helped me move on?  I wish there was a magic answer.  The change hasn’t been any one thing.  Family, friends, new hobbies…all of these have been positive experiences, helping me change my view by simply being there. At work, I was promoted, and quickly learned how many untouched skills I actually possessed. Even at the highest moment of stress at work, instead of breaking down (well, at least not as often) I learned to let go.  There is only so much time in this life to weigh it down with stress and pain.

That attitude right there, is not one I would have been able to comprehend three years ago.

Really, what I think has been the biggest change: communication and support, as a giver not just a receiver.  My husband has been my greatest strength, though in the past he could be my worst enemy at times (as I was his).  The last two years, we’ve started talking more. I mean, we’ve always been talkers, but this time we both started to really listen in a different way. Sure, part of this is just living through more experiences, maturity, whatever. However, it’s also growing alongside and with one another. What I once took as negative comments, I started to hear as positive chances for change.  Now I can’t lie, sometimes this is still a struggle, but it’s improving every day.

Nothing is a miracle in this struggle. It will continue for the rest of my life as it will for everyone else, but there is one main thing I’ve learned which I hold onto everyday:

We are not alone.

Even in the darkest moments, on the bottom of that closet or the top of that cliff, there is a wide world of people struggling through the same feelings, pain, and joys.  Our emotions are only part of who we are, and we are, in turn, part of one massive evolving machine of life.  If you feel alone, reach out, even if it’s to a stranger across the internet. I beg you to remember you aren’t alone, even when you can’t see your way out of the darkness in your own mind.

Even if you don’t feel alone, reach out.  You never know what that one touch to another human being will spark.

It doesn’t hurt to talk, to listen, to make any small attempt at contact with another.   If this life is all we can know, we might as well be a positive force within it.

Just remember, your self worth does not come from others, even as you reach out to them and they to you.  It can only come from within.  Cultivate that value every day, and eventually, the results will astound you.

And if you need a jump-start, I suggest this video by zefrank1.