I've built many bridges since I last saw you. It helps me and it helps the people who care about me. I talk to as many people I can not only to share my burden with them but also so they can feel good for helping me. In fact, if I could have, I wouldn't have spoken to anyone but you. The reason I've been talking is mostly so that other people can be happy. Yes, it does help me, but that wasn't my motivation.
You've been digging moats. This isn't a battle, but treating it like so is dangerous. I even had the idea in my head at a point that I was a threat to you, because I'd been that swept up in the war zone mentality. So many people around you are affected by the idea that I should be kept away. It's hurting everyone, and I wish I could reassure you that this should just stop. I talked to your sister, and she got overwhelmed by the situation too. It's not fair to her or anyone involved that this one-sided war is being waged. Any time soon would be a good time to stop being scared.
Bridges are beautiful and positive things. There are unsure rope bridges that span huge chasms, but in the end they will likely hold up and help you. There are small and sturdy bridges across small gaps between land that make something pleasant even more so. Moats are less admirable and more negative things. They keep things out, threatening them with their depths. It is tiring to cross them without a lovely bridge. And once the moat is filled with dangerous animals, it only causes frustration and despair. This all goes in literal and non-literal ways. Those animals are noncommunication, and you've let those loose in the moats you and others have hastily dug.
Let's build bridges together sometime soon. You'll see that it will help everyone.
