Advice

On pause

You’ve been awfully quiet lately. Cat got your tongue?

I’m going through a thing at the moment. It’s a lot. Life in 2020 is super fucking weird. Thank you for your patience.

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24 thoughts on “On pause

  1. James says:

    Hey, take care of yourself. That you’re still here at all is a gift to this cursed year. Take your time, be kind to yourself. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

  2. SisuPseudio says:

    I’ve been so happy to see Coke writing again after so long. But if you’re truly mind boggled as to why she didn’t go back to blogging with a vengeance in this time of turmoil, you’re living in an incredibly comfortable bubble.

  3. a says:

    The whole West Coast feels you. I spent over a week inside, struggling to breathe clean air. Somehow we got through it. I know you will too.

  4. Jake says:

    I’m a hot fucking mess all the time & I’m sorry for flooding your comment section when I’m drudging through old posts @ early AM, but if it’s worth anything, a lot of us were helped through the most difficult times of our life by your writing

    A lot of us wish there was some way we could manifest a perfect life for you, and there’s no way to say this without sounding creepy (sorry) but you’re on a lot of people’s minds, thanks to how you’ve shaped a whole section of the internet’s voice

    When I started reading I was in grade 9 and that means your advice has been with me for just under half my life, now that I’m 25 (soon 26.)

    I was a maladaptive piece of shit who caused drama because he was failing to cope with a rough childhood, which is cliche as fuck. It’s still true, however, and I’ve been working through the trauma I brought on myself as well as the trauma brought in by others.

    You’ve answered a few of my questions, and at one point, helped someone close to me choose life instead of suicide after a work accident that left him partially maimed. I sat him down and told him to write what he felt. He asked if I would leave the room, which took me by surprise.

    A few months later he broke the privacy he asked me to keep, and showed me which question was his. I didn’t know his injuries were more severe than initially presented. Obviously, based on the rest of the submission I had a strong feeling it was him but also (mistakenly) believed he would have told me the full story.

    So I kept it in my head that stranger coincidences happen–after all, he was always the type to trust me and he did go out of his way to make it seem like he needed advice on coping with the injury rather than considering suicide because of how bad it actually was.

    You may be pleased to hear that a high-risk surgery restored function to part of his body and he might have died before you responded to his question.

    As for me, it’s a slightly different story, but it’s one I’m working on by myself minus all the poisonous, defensive posturing which kept me socially isolated until I borrowed your voice and started calling myself out.

    Like I said, I don’t know if this means anything to you.

    If it does, then I hope you find comfort in your ability to share wisdom and soothe human suffering.

    I don’t know who you are or what you’re going through, but you taught me and so many other people “you are not the sum of your burdens.”

    So, if you can manage to in this strange day and age, find as many people who can help you heal from or overcome these challenges.

    Never give up.

    Stay wild.

  5. Annnnna says:

    Well hell, it’s not like the internet is going anywhere unless 2020 doubles down and treats us to a massive solar storm. ttyl <3

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