Ok bc you mentioned that comments made you happy for a sec, I’m writing to say thank you for sharing your heart and soul with us readers. If I had a clear flavor lifesaver (my fav flavor, but imagine your fav lifesaver), I’d hand it to you in a heartbeat so that you can float safely in the waters of writing life. The 1st time I read your substack back in early spring, I felt (plutonic) love at first sight, or rather love at 1st reading. Each new piece you publish strengthens my respect and admiration for your creative genius, integrity, bravery, skill, and strength of character. As a fellow artist, it’s f-ing hard af to make it in this cold dead capitalist rat race. I’m not going to give advice or try positive manifestation or whatever, bc I know well that when I’m feeling down hearing positive motivational talk is like pouring salt in an open wound. Still, I will say that your brilliant heartfelt writing has a meaningful, tangible impact on my life: I’ve grown more confidence to speak up for what matters, I told my mom how much I admire her after reading your Mother’s Day essay, I feel accepted in this substack world, like I belong here. At my lowest, I had believed the world did not want see me or hear me, and I tried to hide out and disappear. But a lot of the good changes in my life happened due to reading books, making art, and finding writers on substack like you; your words have power and your essays have changed me for the better (plus a few more of my fav substack writers, bc I feel remiss not to mention your fellow gifted writers who have meaning to me) Btw my mom subscribes to you and Amanda; she says you both are very wise people and she can see that you two have old souls. My mom’s a professional editor, so she knows good writing when she see it. I’m rooting for you, our beloved holy princess and sacred queen <3
usually, language and writing is supposed to be a way of communicating one's feelings. but this post, your writing, made it feel like it was the manifestation of it rather than a vehicle for telling people how you feel. i cannot explain how much i love this and how much my heart tore at your words. bad brain days are terrible, and feels even worse when it seems like happiness is ephemeral among a constant shadow of sadness—i know this feeling too well. this was so visceral and real and relatable that i can't say anything other than that i love you and i'm always here for you. your writing is so beautiful as always, and this really resonated with me, so thank you for posting. i love you so much sarah. i'm going to text you now.
okay day in my life! i am in suchhhhh a similar position right now - looking for a job in social media/marketing/journalism and sharing my writing finally. we will get through this!! things will be great!! life has a way of working out. you're doing great, and your writing is something i look forward to reading every time it's in my inbox <3
This touched me for so many reasons but mostly because a month ago I would have ended anyone who dared to tell me that things would get better. I was depressed,(well still figuring that out) jobless, underweight, constantly felt like my heart would literally stop on its own, had the worst anxiety of my life, isolated myself, had insane family issues...but if someone like me, someone who's struggled this entire year, someone who's given up on trying multiple times could get here where I am now a month later, you can too. This whole year I've had just this September being slightly peaceful. I'm constantly feeling like this calm is temporary, the job that I got after months of pain and struggle is temporary...like everything is fleeting but for now I want to give myself a little bit of grace and reprieve since I've had it rough for a while now. I'm not sure why or how I've ended up writing this whole post but I just saw myself in you and today's been emotional for me since it's been 30 days of experiencing something different. This other side isn't easy either but at least here I can be able to learn how to dance in the rain without feeling like I'm drowning each second. I hope the same for you too. ❤️🩹
I had to skim through the last half of this cuz I couldn't stomach how much it hit me lol, I'm truly right there with you on the job front, the writing front, the living front. It's unbearably draining but we'll persist for the better! <333
wow wow wow. it's as if you took everything i've been feeling (also, hi! fellow writer/social media person/copywriter here trying to find a job - virtual hugs to you <3) and put it so beautifully into words that i haven't gotten myself to type out. out of fear, anxiety, shame, i don't know. will always admire you and your words. thank you for this, may this season be better for us <3 <3 <3
I just want you to know that you're not the only out here trying to find their way. I've both been applying to jobs and writing on Substack wanting to make the ladder my career. Its been a grueling journey, but I try to remember that everyone will get their light in the sun.
For me- It feels so lonely to feel like this because everyone else seems to be doing better than you. I feel so isolated bc I cannot imagine someone else feeling this way and being able to function. Thank you for writing this. It’s comforting to not feel totally alone
Like many others here, I relate to this so much, like creepily so. I’m going through change and think I want to work in content and pursue creative ‘stuff’, but also feel like I don’t know what I’m interested in anymore. Adding depression makes me feel like a muted version of myself even more. Nothing feels like ‘the thing I want to do’. And then I think maybe I’m lazy, or not determined enough, or too perfectionistic etc etc. Really my days feel they revolve round feeling lost and the sadness I always carry and longing for something and too-much-ness and trying to do my best. I’m so glad I found this piece. Thank you x
this brought back such visceral memories from when i was going through post grad limbo/the job search. that it did is a testament to your writing and your honesty!! i am keeping my fingers crossed for you on the job front & hope you know that i’m always interested in your writing, even when you might be worried that no one is <3
beautiful darling sarah i love you and i'm sending you a thousand hugs <3 my dms are always open if you want to chat about anything in the world, remember that. also i love this stream-of-consciousness post pls never stop writing
Ok bc you mentioned that comments made you happy for a sec, I’m writing to say thank you for sharing your heart and soul with us readers. If I had a clear flavor lifesaver (my fav flavor, but imagine your fav lifesaver), I’d hand it to you in a heartbeat so that you can float safely in the waters of writing life. The 1st time I read your substack back in early spring, I felt (plutonic) love at first sight, or rather love at 1st reading. Each new piece you publish strengthens my respect and admiration for your creative genius, integrity, bravery, skill, and strength of character. As a fellow artist, it’s f-ing hard af to make it in this cold dead capitalist rat race. I’m not going to give advice or try positive manifestation or whatever, bc I know well that when I’m feeling down hearing positive motivational talk is like pouring salt in an open wound. Still, I will say that your brilliant heartfelt writing has a meaningful, tangible impact on my life: I’ve grown more confidence to speak up for what matters, I told my mom how much I admire her after reading your Mother’s Day essay, I feel accepted in this substack world, like I belong here. At my lowest, I had believed the world did not want see me or hear me, and I tried to hide out and disappear. But a lot of the good changes in my life happened due to reading books, making art, and finding writers on substack like you; your words have power and your essays have changed me for the better (plus a few more of my fav substack writers, bc I feel remiss not to mention your fellow gifted writers who have meaning to me) Btw my mom subscribes to you and Amanda; she says you both are very wise people and she can see that you two have old souls. My mom’s a professional editor, so she knows good writing when she see it. I’m rooting for you, our beloved holy princess and sacred queen <3
usually, language and writing is supposed to be a way of communicating one's feelings. but this post, your writing, made it feel like it was the manifestation of it rather than a vehicle for telling people how you feel. i cannot explain how much i love this and how much my heart tore at your words. bad brain days are terrible, and feels even worse when it seems like happiness is ephemeral among a constant shadow of sadness—i know this feeling too well. this was so visceral and real and relatable that i can't say anything other than that i love you and i'm always here for you. your writing is so beautiful as always, and this really resonated with me, so thank you for posting. i love you so much sarah. i'm going to text you now.
i love you so much. you mean everything to me
okay day in my life! i am in suchhhhh a similar position right now - looking for a job in social media/marketing/journalism and sharing my writing finally. we will get through this!! things will be great!! life has a way of working out. you're doing great, and your writing is something i look forward to reading every time it's in my inbox <3
The thing about going through it is that you’ve gotta go through it :) Really liked this.
This touched me for so many reasons but mostly because a month ago I would have ended anyone who dared to tell me that things would get better. I was depressed,(well still figuring that out) jobless, underweight, constantly felt like my heart would literally stop on its own, had the worst anxiety of my life, isolated myself, had insane family issues...but if someone like me, someone who's struggled this entire year, someone who's given up on trying multiple times could get here where I am now a month later, you can too. This whole year I've had just this September being slightly peaceful. I'm constantly feeling like this calm is temporary, the job that I got after months of pain and struggle is temporary...like everything is fleeting but for now I want to give myself a little bit of grace and reprieve since I've had it rough for a while now. I'm not sure why or how I've ended up writing this whole post but I just saw myself in you and today's been emotional for me since it's been 30 days of experiencing something different. This other side isn't easy either but at least here I can be able to learn how to dance in the rain without feeling like I'm drowning each second. I hope the same for you too. ❤️🩹
i appreciate this so much, it’ll get better for us both 🤍
I had to skim through the last half of this cuz I couldn't stomach how much it hit me lol, I'm truly right there with you on the job front, the writing front, the living front. It's unbearably draining but we'll persist for the better! <333
wow wow wow. it's as if you took everything i've been feeling (also, hi! fellow writer/social media person/copywriter here trying to find a job - virtual hugs to you <3) and put it so beautifully into words that i haven't gotten myself to type out. out of fear, anxiety, shame, i don't know. will always admire you and your words. thank you for this, may this season be better for us <3 <3 <3
sending you so much love sarah <3
love you tons my angel 🤍
unemployment can drain your creativity - good luck in the search! you're not alone and whether your writing is your career or not, it does matter!
I just want you to know that you're not the only out here trying to find their way. I've both been applying to jobs and writing on Substack wanting to make the ladder my career. Its been a grueling journey, but I try to remember that everyone will get their light in the sun.
For me- It feels so lonely to feel like this because everyone else seems to be doing better than you. I feel so isolated bc I cannot imagine someone else feeling this way and being able to function. Thank you for writing this. It’s comforting to not feel totally alone
Like many others here, I relate to this so much, like creepily so. I’m going through change and think I want to work in content and pursue creative ‘stuff’, but also feel like I don’t know what I’m interested in anymore. Adding depression makes me feel like a muted version of myself even more. Nothing feels like ‘the thing I want to do’. And then I think maybe I’m lazy, or not determined enough, or too perfectionistic etc etc. Really my days feel they revolve round feeling lost and the sadness I always carry and longing for something and too-much-ness and trying to do my best. I’m so glad I found this piece. Thank you x
this brought back such visceral memories from when i was going through post grad limbo/the job search. that it did is a testament to your writing and your honesty!! i am keeping my fingers crossed for you on the job front & hope you know that i’m always interested in your writing, even when you might be worried that no one is <3
this means the world to me, evie 🤍 i love you
this feel very real & relatable, sending big hugs your way and best of luck with the job search <3
beautiful darling sarah i love you and i'm sending you a thousand hugs <3 my dms are always open if you want to chat about anything in the world, remember that. also i love this stream-of-consciousness post pls never stop writing
valerie, i’m so grateful for you, you’re my biggest inspiration and i love you so much 💘
sending you a hug <3