We Are #MightyTogether

Hi, my name is Godschild63. I'm here because I’ve had 2 retinal tears and am still healing with little vision regained as yet. Looking for others with the same experience or vision loss in one eye.

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Hi, my name is StupendousCoral765. I'm here because I have been Diagnosed with RRMS in May of 2025 after a year of my health steadily declining without knowing what's happening. Currently I don't work and stay home 24/7 other then short walks with my partner. My mobility has been greatly impacted and I am just trying to find a new hobby/purpose as I have always worked and I do feel lost at times.

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Hi, my name is abottamos. I'm here because

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Hi, my name is discoghost369. I'm here because I'm not sure but I have a feeling I'm going to find out.

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Hi, my name is Serenity09. I'm here because

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Hi, my name is NMDBreathAdvocate82. I'm curious about

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Hi, my name is JanetJohnson.

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I am entitled to feel what I feel.

The brushing of elbows.
The lingering touch of legs,
thighs, feet.
Hands wandering—not always with intent,
just searching for shared connection,
for touch,
platonic or romantic or something unnamed.

It’s funny—
being grown-ass adults
and feeling like we’re back in middle school.
No canoodling.
No blankets shared.
No relationships to be explored.

Rules hovering where curiosity lives.

Is it okay to be a cliché
when clichés exist for a reason?

Is it okay to blur the line
between friend and lover
when you love your friends this much—
quirks, warts, histories, and all?

We lean into each other
emotionally and physically,
the weight of the world
stacked on our shoulders,
our minds,
our hearts.

We can’t—
and won’t—
carry it alone anymore.

But maybe,
maybe we could carry it together.

Sharing the load.
As friends.
Or something more.

It’s funny—
the wondering,
the wishing,
the wanting,
the yearning.

Sharing pieces of yourself
knowing you may never see each other again,
at least not soon.
Distance stretching like a quiet ache.

And still—
making plans.
Dreams.
Wishes.
Plans, and more plans.

Clinging to the feeling
of being loved
without shame or judgment,
even as you offer up
the most shame-soaked pieces of yourself.

To be authentic
is to love
and to be loved.

And I love my friends.

Sometimes very hard.
Sometimes too hard.

But that’s okay.

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#PTSD #Anxiety #Addiction