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 Seeing someone sad is one of the few things that really get me. Maybe I care too much about people, but I feel it. Right here, in my heart. When I was a kid, I wished I were somehow broken. That if something were wrong with me, I'd have some sympathy or at least be seen as a fighter, a survivor. You know, the one that overcame extreme circumstances to become that success story. It sounds like I wanted attention, but I honestly didn't. I just didn't want that "perfect" life where everything was great and nothing was wrong. I wanted a broken family, I wanted to suffer something tragic, I wanted to feel some kind of god awful pain, I wanted something wrong with me-- I wanted to be able to relate to everyone who was broken. But I couldn't, because everything was fine. Of course now that I'm older, thinking back to all of that makes me say, "What was wrong with me?!" I am so grateful and so fortunate to have had a good life so far. I wouldn't change it for the world. It has, in a way, shaped me in becoming (and being) as caring as I am. I think. And I realize now that I don't have to be broken in order to relate. I may not know what it feels like to lose someone close to me or deal with an estranged family member. I don't know what any of that feels like. But I do know that, what's important is presence. To be there for someone, regardless of if you can or cannot relate. To be able to lend an ear, share a shoulder, share a laugh, hold someone, soothe someone... being there is enough. Even if it's as simple as asking, "You okay?" |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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