Sometimes I think fluther keeps me alive. I rarely meet people outside in real life, It’s even more rare to meet someone I can connect with.
Of course on fluther you can only touch each other mentally or emotionally. There’s no physical touch possible. So we meet mind to mind, story to story, idea to idea and opinion to opinion. We express our lives (or as much of them as we are comfortable with) through our questions, and people respond both publicly and privately.
It can get scary here—when people are suicidal or worried about relationships or just don’t know what to do about a scary symptom. It can get happy when people share some good story or achieve some multiple of 10K and they are all celebrated for that. Although, in my opinion, we see the tough stuff more than the happy stuff. But that might just be my general frame of mind.
But I am here to save my life. There are times when this is the only place I can talk about everything; the only place where I can be almost all myself (not the physical part, which is very important). I’m sure that sounds melodramatic, but fluther held my hand during some very difficult times in my life, and whenever I’m in trouble, I feel like I can come here and someone will care, and maybe even offer to talk to me, if that’s what I need.