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oh meg, i know exactly what you mean. i can’t express it any better than you just did so i won’t even try.
but know that some of us (i’m sure most of your readers included) get it. and we know that just because you are dying inside doesn’t mean that you don’t still have to live on the outside.
I won’t pretend to understand, because I don’t know. I can only say we all have our own levels of pain or private demons…and I am sorry for every pain you suffer. :(
beautifully done.
{{hugs}}
You have a truly amazing way of explaining the most indescribable feelings. I’m thinking of you.
The thing about pain is, it is ALWAYS personal. No one, and I mean no one, knows exactly what your pain is like. However, most good people want to sympathize because, well, because pain sucks and we all know it and it’s hard to sit idly by while someone you care about is hurting. We want them to know that although we can’t understand their particular pain in it’s entirety, we wish we could take it away from them. I admire your perscective.
“Since when is dying the only pain that matters?” Well said.
i agree with john above. pain is so personal. and there are just so many different kinds of grief. i’m so grateful that i’ve found so many blog-friends like you, meg, that we can all share grief and kind words together. as much as i don’t know what you’re feeling, i do know grief of other kinds–devastating each in its own way. i know you take something away from all our kind words to you.
The fact that you write about something so personal at all is very brave. Hopefully the benefits of voicing it outweigh the negativity that comes back to you in other peoples’ responses.