You recognise the world is ill, you recognise you are being drained and you recognise a solution is needed. That solution is already present, it is you, it is upon your shoulders to lift yourself up. You are no filth ridden third worlder scrabbling in the dirt and defecating in the street, you are no negroid who sustains itself by theft and engorges itself on violence, you are a Man of Europa. You are the son of creators, of builders, of heroes and of Men who challenged the world itself. In your blood runs all these aspects, in your blood is the history of your people that will forever stay with you. So get up off your knees, lighten your burdens and embrace the strength within yourself. I know though these can seem to be merely words, merely pleasant ideals espoused by a brother on distant shores. So mayhaps i'll share some of my own feelings for once. Mayhaps I can help you understand why I believe you can indeed endure.

Like you I have watched my nation die an ignoble death. I have learnt of it's sins and the destruction we have wrought upon brothers under the lies of the parasite. This alone weighed heavy on me for some time, darkness filled my thoughts from dawn to dusk but this I spoke upon previously. What I did not speak on though was my child. As a crescendo to this existing fear I had, my young son was diagnosed with a particular issue that would forever cause him to struggle, that would mean he especially would be at risk when I am gone. It broke me to a deep degree. I looked upon the world with despair, seeing the fraying of it's fabric and found myself lost in the shadows of this epoch, the idea that my son would be easy prey for the nightmares that will come after I am gone. A part of me yearned to end it, the pain broke me. I could nary talk to my love nor my family about it for I feared they would never understand, never grasp just how terrified I was. I had little money, being his carer alone as his mother fell into post natal depression I had no income beyond a small government stipend, my career sacrificed to ensure both could be cared for. I'd never felt so alone and isolated before in my life. I wanted to die. I grew fat and lazy, trying to block out the world, running from it, just wanting to escape it all. I say this not for sympathy nor for recognition but to let you know that the darkness lifts, that even the most dire of situations can be overcome. Do you know what got me through it? It will sound silly to you but a simple /sig/ thread on 8chan. Sounds daft doesn't it. I would lurk, following events, reading the National Socialist General threads and learning more and more. Oh, now don't misunderstand me, there was still a deluge of idiots of course but in the self improvement general threads I would come across a little gem here and there, a sincere post or bit of advice. It was one phrase that galvanised me though. "No one is coming to save us, we must save ourselves". Quite a simple phrase isn't it. But it stuck with me for some reason, this one phrase stuck with me as I continued to learn of not merely what the parasite was doing to our people but just what was lost as well. In time that despair morphed into anger at first, unfocused rage at the injustice done. But I learnt that the anger if not utilised correctly would destroy me so I used it as a fuel for change instead. I used it to change myself a bit at a time. I wrote about it earlier in the thread, it started small, just little bits here and there. Small steps towards a greater goal. Within the course of several months I had gone from a quiet despair laden fool who wished to surrender all that made me to something better. A Man. The Man I wanted to be. I looked at those who came before us, great Men who tried to forge us a future, finding succor in their ideals and their words then at those singular voices who would sincerely make efforts in those old /sig/ threads and realised that even though I would never know their faces they saved me. A dramatic way of putting it perhaps but true none the less.