I’m not posting this for pity or attention. I’m posting this because silence is dangerous, and I promised myself I’d try to stay alive—even when my brain tells me otherwise.
My mental health has taken a serious hit. And while I know it’s been made pretty clear by a lot of people that I’m “too much” or “too intense” or just “not their problem”… I’m still here. I’m still trying.
What I need right now—what I crave—is simple:
Presence.
Not sex.
Not drama.
Not “let’s hang once and disappear.”
I’m talking about real connection.
Someone to text good morning and goodnight.
Someone to vent to.
Someone to check in and care enough to stay.
To be blunt—yeah, it’s like needing a girlfriend, but without the sexual side. Just emotional support, loyalty, and human closeness.
If you’ve read this far without rolling your eyes, thank you.
And just out of curiosity… what would it take for someone to consider being that? A friend with intentional emotional presence. Not out of obligation, but because they want to.
No, I’m not looking for a hook-up. No, I’m not trying to buy anyone’s time. I’m just being brutally honest about what it feels like to be deeply lonely and still trying to survive.
If that resonates with anyone, I’d love to hear from you. If not—I understand.
But I had to ask. Because staying silent never saved anyone.
—Wes
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