![]() When you feel stale and vacuous, ask for a sip of their light to start the engines again. Give your pain a name and let the people who love you, snuggle up next to that distinct, bitter anguish and let them endure the thing with you. What can be and what you need a little help with for awhile. and if you are in the place of asking it's okay.ĭeclare what you are and what you are not. A card that says, ".we'll find our 'happy.'" Send pears, or cabernet, bad chick flicks, or text messages full of emoticons.įeed. ![]() Pour one out for your homie! Or dedicate a prayer, mindfully. Only his mother knew and a really close doctor friend of mine. In my situation, I only had a select few who knew to what level I was hurting because nobody could know how much I indeed cared for my friend. Reserve your need to find a solution, or be right, or make a judgment and realize that by presently being with someone the answers you thought you had for them, actually work both ways and that there's something they're teaching you too. When the words on the tip of your tongue are just answers for YOU, reevaluate them and give words made for who's in front of you. Expand your own heart and test your humanity by beving brave enough to truly comprehend what they must be feeling. Which makes this whole COMPASSION thing, pretty essential.īe there before someone needs to ask. We each have different degrees of pain, on different timelines, wearing different outfits. We're experiencing loss of our loved ones, our visions, our self-control, our fortitude. That we're all surviving and navigating through our own suffering. While, I see infinite magic, miracles and awe in this singular precious life that we're living, I recognize and acknowledge that there is true pain and heartbreak happening. But, the thing I also didn't prepare for was In order for me to heal, part of what I needed to do was reveal to those dear, the parts of I didn't realize the expansiveness of what it felt like to be HELD until I went through that. Hello' that you were out there, thinking of me. ![]() When I was heaving in a ball, clutching my heart you were planning, scheming, sending prayers and notes. There is a special place in Hell for people like her who harm unarmed people. ![]() She was the girlfriend of my buddy who ultimately made his last weeks hell. If we aren't genuinely caring, unconditionally loving, connecting- holding and selflessly giving to those around us, what matters? Caring, is not a "special personality trait" it is what we are here to do. And, the most important one was this It is our job to lift people up. Even when it feels like it now, the Gods above will grant you some respite before you crumble. The point isn't that specific experience but the things that I carried from it as a result you will not feel this depth of pain, to this capacity forever. I'm acutely aware that what people struggle with in the larger scheme of life,cancer, murder, etc however, the dark hours that followed for me were as a result of this experience of losing my buddy. Yes, while seemingly trite it was my first, real, heartbreak, the heaviness loss of my daddy. ![]() Two years ago I went through what is my deepest ache-the one that left the floor and I intimately familiar. Life has been a real freaking challenge to put it mildly. I started losing my hair in November, developed anxiety in January. My close friend was diagnosed in December withīrain tumors and died eight weeks later while calling out for me on his death bed. This thing called life has taken me by the balls! Life is short, but sweet for certain. ![]()
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