I never liked when someone said that they felt less alone hearing someone speak about something they, themselves went through. But this was the first time for me. I felt less alone for the first time in my life. And I could feel like this man is at the core so similar to me, like he feels the same pain I do, and that he tries to cross the same road, knowing there might not even be anything on the other side. He sees the world as it is, without getting blind though I bet he too, wishes he would've been able to get sold on the lies they sell everyone. Or at least, he does so in his darkest moments. Bottom line, I am happy I was able to hear every word, and this is the only person I wish I could meet just so he could feel what I felt which is: you really are not unique, and that feels strangely good and comforting. Rather than ashamed of having been seen emotionally naked, right into that unworthy core, that I thought only I can know, and feel.
Review of Drew Michael: Red Blue Green
