I don’t feel like writing today. It hurts to try to find words buried deep within me under heavy rubble.
I just read a post from someone I enjoy following. She was being honest and real about where she is right now. Witnessing other people’s pain is hard, especially when their content is typically joyful and creative. And that’s not to say that what shows on a screen is all there is to a person. We know that to be profoundly untrue.
But it was incredible to hold space for her while reading her reality. She is so seen by me. My heart aches for her, and she doesn’t even know me, nor will she ever get to know me.
It’s about privately honouring her experience while I, too, face pain in entirely different ways. Not comparing or finding release in someone else’s grief, but about not feeling alone and helpless in this human experience of suffering.
If you have a moment to secretly hold space for me during my time of pain, I would appreciate it deeply. And someday, when you need it most, I’ll do the same for you, even if neither of us ever knows.
