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November 01, 2011

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jodifur

This post, is exactly why I think you are one of the best writers on this here internet.

And also why you are one of my favorite people in the world.

Chibi Jeebs

"This is the sentence of this particular chronic disease. This is the need to act like everything is fine because dealing with everything that's not fine is a killer for real. It's hard and it's time consuming and it's lonely fucking work."

Speechless goosebumps. I... no words, just agreement and understanding and empathy and love (so much love).

(I watched my baby sister have a seizure; it is hands-down the worst thing I have ever witnessed - I can't even watch "fake" ones on TV.)

Pam

Magnificent.

But this is of no surprise. :)

Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]

I see you.

And you are loved.

Jenna

That moment when you realize someone else feels the way you do? When you find out that you're not the only person in the world who at once both wants and is terrified of love and acceptance?

This. That. This moment. This post.

Thank you.

And I hope you have more of those warm sunshine moments.

Redneck Mommy

I'm squinting in the brightness alongside you. And boggled at the depth of your talent and beauty.

This was so poetically beautiful and your words ring true and loud as a bell clanging on a cold winter's morning.

Love to you Laurie.

Summer

This would be comical, the fact that we all feel so isolated in these characteristics that are yet so commonplace among so many of us, if it weren't so frustrating and sad still, when we feel alone.

sue

I walk around in my world and feel so essentially "other" because what's going on in my head could not possibly be what goes on in everyone else's. They just don't seem like they are wading through the same muck that I am. And then I read this, and the comments, and I wonder if maybe everyone wades through muck. Or maybe those of us who do just gravitate together.

(And by muck, I mean my own inarticulate description of what you so eloquently described.)

Issa

I see myself in this so much that I can't adequately respond. Except to tell you...great post Laurie. Truly.

Next time you say you aren't a writer? I hope I remember to send you back to this post.

Headless Mom

Living through this is both glorious and fucked up.

I love this and you.

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