Nobody knows how alone I feel.
People forget me, and no one even notices. Some even say that it would be better if I didn't exist. They say that I am useless, that maybe I was relevant 50 years ago, but now no one cares.
But I do matter! I do have meaning! I keep trying to convince myself.
My colleagues say that I help the world. Even if no one else notices, I know I'm here. I bring clarity to unclear situations. Even if no one else cares, I do. And that's enough.
How needed am I? Let me put it this way:
"I love cooking, my family and pets." Without me, you are psychotic. With me, you are kind and loving.
"I love cooking, my family, and my pets." You need me, whether you know it or not.