So I binged watched the Series of Unfortunate Events Netflix series season 1. I’d been waiting for a year with baited breath. Now to most this is just a show that’s based on some kids books. But for me, well for me it’s something else.

I don’t talk much about my childhood online, because you know, it’s the internet and I don’t know you people. You don’t wanna hear my sob story, it’s not your problem. But growing up my mother was severely neglectful, manipulative, selfish and cruel. It would take too long to tell you everything I’ve been through and whether or not you’d believe me is debatable. But these kids books, they kept me alive in those days. They gave me hope for myself, taught me I still had agency no matter what happened. Even when life felt like a series of unfortunate events, I still had agency, I could make due, and I would be ok. It’s because of these books I became a writer. I wanted to provide that comfort and solace these books gave me to someone else. Watching the show it was great and my boyfriend loved it too, but that ending song is what really got me.

But there’s no happy endings not here and not now,

This story’s all sorrows and woes,

You might dream that justice and peace win the day,

But that’s not how the story goes,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rs96Ksod88M

Now you may hear a sad soliloquy of human misery. I hear a song that fills me with such overwhelming hope and bittersweet joy that it brings me to tears. To admit that the world is unfair and that misery is the nature of the human experience is most freeing thing in the world. We are all human, let’s cry together. It’s ok to hurt because we’re all hurting. It fills me with joy because it is an anthem of misery that accepts and embraces it. Too often we try to block out sorrow, we hide from the things that hurt, but to truly defy this beast of pain is to find joy in spite of it.