Feeling forgotten

My blogs"Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?"

(Dear Evan Hansen)

Our society has become so disconnected that the above words make perfect sense.

Look around, how many of you know someone who you could call at 3am and say 'I need you" and they would tell you they will be there? Friendships are so shallow. You have people you work with that you only see at work. Or people in your community that say hello when they see you in the stores but never go any further. There are a lot of people with social anxiety who find it difficult to reach out to others.

Suicide rates increase because people think no one cares, no knows what they are going through. And we don’t. We don’t reach out to others. We wait for someone else to make the first gesture. People are selfish. They are so caught up in their own lives that they cannot see those around them.

Technology has created a void where people don’t talk, they text. Language has fallen backwards. Texting has made people lazy.

My generation use to play board and card games. Listen to music while relaxing. During warm weather gardening, canning and freezing. Preparing a meal and talking over the meal. We grow our own herbs and make teas and tinctures.

While in college we use to hold fondue parties. Wine and cheese get togethers.

Todays generation goes out to sports bars. The art of crafts is dying. I quilt, sew, knit, crochet and make jewelry.

We have three cats. A Russian Blue who loves to cuddle. A Hemmingway (a cat with thumbs). And let’s not forget our black female who talks. Not in English of course. I do genealogy as well read and research. So if this sounds familiar, make some changes. Open your eyes to the world out there. If you are feeling left out, there are others who feel the same. You have worth. Your life does matter. If you are down talk to someone. Use Facebook to find a support group. Never think that no one cares. They do and will try to reach out to you.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

I can only imagine how hard it must have been for others to come out.

As for myself, I can’t say as I was ever in. Being an extrovert yet somewhat reserved, I have always been me. It is different for everyone. Some manger to slowly let it out while others don’t fare so we’ll. Things today are a lot different then my day. Being a senior now I can look back and honestly say I accomplished something. I got involved with various support groups. Volunteering to work with HIV clients, putting their lives back on track and taking in those who had no where to go. My passions were Nursing, cosmetologist, writing, singing, crafts, living green.

I am a post Ritalin child. Always hyper and on the go. For me life was a stage. I did theatre, drag as well as Karaoke.

Today I live with my husband as we have been together for over 14years married over 4. He is creative, a writer, singer, painter, and the love of my life.

As I look around me and see what the gay culture has become I have to wonder how they would handle my generations trials and tribulations. Climbing out of a bathroom window at Stonewall Inn on June 28, 1969. The birth of gay pride.

Watching the LGBT community fighting amongst themselves is truly sad. We accomplish nothing by tearing one another down. Stop and ask yourself what have you done to achieve equality,?