I wasn't really sure how to start this post, but I'll try to keep it short.
I read all your comments, multiple times. Originally I had written a very long post, replying to every comment left on the previous entry, but the post ended up looking more like a novel when I was done, so I scrapped it. I wish I could find the words to express what I felt reading through some of those comments, but the best I can do is tell you a short story.
Many years ago, an artist I really looked up to shared their thoughts, and worries in a journal post. I remember how much it shook me, to see this person I admired struggling so deeply. I spent hours thinking of what I could say, anything that might ease the burden they were carrying, but in the end all I could do was share with them my own struggles in the hopes they wouldn't feel alone, and wish them the best in whatever they decided to pursue in the future.
Never in my life did I think I would be on the receiving end of that situation, yet here I am. The reason I'm telling this story is because for me, at the time, I never really knew if my words had an effect on that artist or not. After all, what could a stranger like me possibly do for them?
Reading through your comments, I finally understood how he must have felt at the time. If I were to borrow his words, every thought, opinion, advice or goodwish you shared, did something positive. I am grateful for the messages I have recieved, and just want to let you know I will do my best and continue the story.
Anyway, I'll leave you with a song I've been enjoying a lot recently.
Please take care of yourself, and thank you to everybody who left their thoughts in the previous post, you'll probably never understand how much your words meant to me.