I don't know who you are, and that's a strange thing for me. I usually know who I write to and who I write for. And I don't know you, who you are, what you like, what you're going through. But this blog isn't about you, not really. This is about me, and that is also a new thing for me. I need to share something. Even if it's with you, my Perfect Stranger. I like that, you're my Perfect Stranger, and that seems fitting.
Who am I, if you are to be my Perfect Stranger?
I am a 25 year old Caucasian man living in Seattle, WA. I moved here to chase a dream, and that dream has cost me alot in its coming. I wanted a quiet life with an abundance of things, quite, small home, with a white picket fence, and friends surrounding me. I dreamed of maybe using the money from my tech sector job to start my own restaurant, and while it would be incredibly hard, maybe making a go at being both chef and manager someday. It was a dream. Maybe it will be again soon.
Instead, my world feels as if it is falling apart now. My marriage of 3 years, and relationship of 6 years is crumbling. My wife is actively trying to collect finances and the ability to move out. I'm emotionally drained by this. I can't sleep, I can barely eat. I'm slowly self destructing in terms of my own ability to keep a job. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I don't know that she can make it on her own. She's never had to before. I want her to succeed, I desperately want her to be happy. But I don't know how I can do that anymore.
I guess I should share my story from the beginning, but that would take a very long time. I'll write it all down soon, and see what you think then.
This is to be my story of learning to be alone, for the first time in my adult life. This blog will be my narrative of fighting with depression, and loneliness. This will be my tale of chasing a dream. This will be my wandering redemption song. Will you sing it with me, my Perfect Stranger?
