Being as though I'm a self-soother, I may not open up about personal woes to many people personally. I would apologize, but that's just me. I remember going through a bad spell in my latter college years, and I didn't share it with anyone as much as I did John 'Diggy' Digweed (my cat): more so, I just talked myself through it first and foremost. I know it's important to lean on others (I too would give this advice) , but I find it important to stand on my own at first. Mostly, I just realize it's not the end of the world as we know it... And if so, I feel fine. I can't say that I did it alone; there was outside help. I've mentioned Digweed, and my best friends were the bestest. There was also this one particular poem that I read almost daily in Orlando during my lowest times, and I remember every time I was sitting alone and reading (whether in the living room, my bedroom, or in the potty) that my Diggy would always join me on my lap. It NEVER failed! He's an awesome kitty like that, but it always made me feel like he was the embodiment of the little boy and hope itself, like in the poem. Here lately, I've needed some comforting, and I thought about this poem and how I haven't read it in so long. Ironically, Diggy has been extra snuggly with me. It took me forever (a day) to find it, but it's worth it, and Diggy likes it too. I hope you all find comfort in the Lorde's poetry as well.