“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion
Grief is not a competition. Sadness has no limit. Physical or mental pain is not on a scale in comparison to any other individual.
Again and again, I am reminded that people who have not experienced what we have, feel that they are entitled to tell you how long, how much, or how valid your feelings are. Can you tell me why I don’t like eggplant? Can you tell me why I don’t like the color brown? Of course not; we are individuals with a lifetime of experience and determination of our needs, likes, dislikes and depth of emotion and intuition.
Some people are very vocal about every ache and pain. Others hide it in shame or fear.
You are entitled to your pain and grieving. No matter how much time has passed, if you are still mourning, no one has the right to tell you to “get over it.” Some heartaches never go away.
If you are in pain today, I hope you are sent healing. If you are mourning, I hope that you find some comfort, or at least a hand to hold while you cry. If you are feeling so alone in your sadness or grief, please know that anyone else who has actually experienced a great loss will never try to silence yours, but will understand that some wounds never heal.
You are still putting one foot in front of another. You are a survivor.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope that you find comfort here.
In memory of Mom.