The last hope

Day four of having zero coin- no, I am not exaggerating.

I spent my last five bucks on my twin girls, making sure they would not go hungry, even if I am now on a self-imposed fast.

What little food I still have in the house, goes to them.

And it will remain that way until something shifts.

Even if I can’t see how, or when it will happen.

I have to believe that after all the breaking I’ve endured over the last years, something good must now come. It’s the only hope I still have left.

All that remains now is the only thing I have to offer the world- my story.

A story that is uniquely mine but in many ways incredibly similar to everything that is now circulating in the collective atmosphere.

Stories of abuse, of toxicity, of being unchosen and unseen.

These stories deserve to be told, and not only that, they need to be shared.

For the world is now ready to finally stop looking away.

The only way to healing the world, is by healing our inner child and seeing the wounded child in each other.

I truly believe that.

I no longer care about writing perfectly, or beautifully.

I care solely for truth to be told and in such a way that it penetrates the armour that the majority of the population has been wearing for far too long.

It was never my purpose to write to become wealthy or even famous - only to contribute something meaningful to society.

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I have become utterly exhausted from all the so-called ‘influencers’ who never use their platforms for the bettering of the human race, but only for self-gain without little reciprocity.

I don’t know about you, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s the end of that cycle.

No matter how unseen I feel or how little views my writing gets, I will not cease to put it out there. It’s all I know how to do.

Even if it doesn’t top the best-seller lists.

Even if it only reaches one person. That is enough for me.

My hope may be hanging on by a single thread, but it’s not dead yet.

I still believe in my resurrection. Regardless of how over it looks for me in this moment.

But for the sake of my twin girls, please consider donating what you can easily miss by either buying me a coffee or buying my book. It would be greatly appreciated and will not go to waste.

Links are below.

https://buymeacoffee.com/thethreadwalker
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GHSB8MZP

For those of you who keep showing up and supporting me, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It means more than words could ever express.

— Alex
The Threadwalker