It is free to like and share someone’s writing, and being unemployed isn’t a contagious disease that will destroy you if you make eye contact or support us.

Some of us are deep, down in the dark, and it feels like nobody cares about or supports what we are desperately trying to do. When someone actually takes the 20 seconds to support our work by liking it or sharing it, as of it has some meaning and value to you, it can be the difference between a day spent in tears and a day with renewed hope.

I laid on my bed for 2 hours this morning and cried over the fact that every aspect of my life has been destroyed, and I just keep trying to move forward. I begged God to help me to want to keep being alive, to believe my life has any purpose or meaning left. And then my phone pinged: it was the first time someone read and liked one of the pieces of writing I am recently most proud of. A piece I literally directly emailed and texted a dozen people because for a short, fleeting moment, I felt proud of myself, to no response.

So I have decided to keep going for another day.

I will be vulnerable in saying it often feels, as a creative, that it is heart wrenching to put 18 hours a day into your craft, and nobody around you give one iota of a shit about it. I have articles that haven’t even breached 1 view, and have 0 shares and 0 likes; it feels so depressing to have “hundreds and hundreds” of followers, connections, and have lifelong friendships and even relationships with family, and get absolutely 0 engagement on your work.

Why is it so hard to go to bat for another person’s dreams?

It is free to like and share someone’s writing. Being unemployed isn’t a contagious disease that will destroy you if you make eye contact with us.