My dearest Mortals, hello!
I am returning to my home bridge after spending a weekend away in Boston, and it has given me some time to think about things in life (as well as some much needed relaxation).

Something that came up recently, as I was chatting with a friend, was how I often go through my battles alone. It isn’t that I don’t have anyone in my life to battle by my side, I just always happen to push people away when things get rough.

When I am sinking, and that kraken has its tentacles wrapped firmly around me and begins pulling me further into the abyss, my mindset is I don’t want to pull those I care about down with me. I don’t want them to drown with me, so I push them far away (despite the fact that they may be very capable of fighting off the krakens with me). I don’t want others to drown with me, yet pushing them away causes them to panic and drown in their own sorrow anyway.

And despite knowing I’m probably causing more trouble and sadness by pushing people away, I still persist with the “lone wolf” attitude. Humans are pack animals, we are not meant to be alone.

My goal in my social life is to be more apart of the wolf pack. It won’t be easy (nothing worth it in life ever is), but I feel I will be better off for it.

“I say to you all, once again – in the light of Lord Voldemort’s return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”

“Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”, chapter 37, page 723

This is the denizen under the bridge, signing off.