I’m starving. No Easter dinner for me. I mean, I have food; I can eat, but I really don’t like holidays because they’re so family oriented and I’m just chillin here by myself.
Yes, I am thankful beyond description for the price Jesus paid to give me life, but if only I could have a family … well, I wouldn’t be alone on every freakin holiday.
I know there are worse things. I don’t have a terminal disease. I’m not disabled. I have food, a place to live, a job, money to pay my bills, but … could I maybe have some human companionship? It just gets harder.
Everyone says, “Count your blessings.” Well, I do. But I’m still alone.