What Where How

What is a person supposed to do when all hope has abandoned them and suicide is not a viable option because even if they are dead, they could not live in death knowing they have caused pain to loved ones? Who has given up hope that some person, place or thing will come to their rescue? What does one do when the rescue party never arrives?

What are the options? How does one keep oneself busy? Where can a person go who really has no place to go? And who has no real will to go anywhere? Or who cannot summon the will on their own to take action of any form? Who has been deadened by isolation and who is too hemmed in by shame to call out for help to anyone?

What is the word for that state of being where you want attention, but you have too much shame to call attention to yourself?

How does a person navigate out of this situation when the walls are closing in all around them? So many many walls.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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