Dear Joe:

It’s been a long while since I read something that is written so well. I was amazed as I kept reading. I don’t remember your previous writings being so skillful and talented. I am moved by your writing- the content and the form. Humbled to be reading your account.

You repeated through your thread soulless faces, one such mention: “soulless faces staring. Offering no comfort whatsoever. I was surrounded by Roarsch blots and they were soulless faces staring at me.”

This very much reminds me of your drawings, that link to your drawings that you posted here long ago. I thought at the time those faces were waiting. Now I think they were those soulless faces.

I was thinking, as I read your account, of Joe the child, in your family. I think those soulless faces were the faces of the people whose love you needed. The people you looked up to for comfort, guidance. But they offered “no comfort whatsoever.”

That year, 2012/2013. You were afraid of going down the rabbit hole, insane. I think this is a real fear a child has, losing one’s ability to understand what is going on and do something about it.

I have more thoughts about your amazing share. Will wait to read your thoughts and whether you are interested in more of my input.

anita