The original post with this title has been removed by our moderator. It did not follow our guidelines and meet our bottom line. Which is to help others. You, the reader, deserve better. You deserve positive solutions to problems we all face. A guiding light if you will. My job is to be a beacon for the soul. Given the chance to prove myself, I hope to become something more to you.

DATE: Tuesday, September 20, 2022

TIME: Too early or too late?

LUNAR COORDINATES: 32.82° S, 8.88° W


You may say that I once had it all. Married, with two beautiful young souls, a partner…cats, dogs, etc. Everything except for the white picket fence.

I was there for the kids in the AM, PM and all the M’s in between. Sunday dinners. Family night playing board games. Someone to snuggle down with and keep warm as the night chased the residual heat away.

I was proud to be a family man.

I had told myself even if I had failed at everything else, as long as I was a great father then that was all that mattered.


Now, my nights are accompanied by different…things.

Darkness. Despair. Desolation.

And that’s just the D’s.

We’re not even going to try to dive into any of the other 25 letters of the alphabet. Can’t take that right now.

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My nights as of late consist of finding somewhere to chill for a few hours before finally being forced to go home. Alone. With numerous housing issues taking over.

And the clock ticking..

Not my happy place.

And I can’t stop that damn clock from ticking..

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So Three, if your home is not your happy place…where could it be?

With my kids.

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When I am with them, I come alive.

My beautiful kids.

When I am not with them I am a lost soul.

Wandering aimlessly stuck in purgatory and trying hard to figure out a way out of this story.

I can hear it.

The silence.

The lack of sound.

The lack of soul.

Alone I feel. Fuck it was my original appeal.

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But We have to maintain control.

We have to save our souls.

Send out an S.O.S. if you will.

Three fast dots, followed by three dashes and then an additional three fast dots.

Keep it up until you get a response.

It is paramount.

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We all may seem alone at times. As if no one else could relate.

What we need to remember is that we are never alone.

Someone is there waiting..

…and ready to help you out.


Ekahs yekahs…hcnarb evilO.

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Highly Suspect

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