Sadness is the theme du jour. Catching up on the news and reading about the apparent suicides of two survivors from the Marjory Stoneman school shooting and a Dad from Sandyhook. I grieve for anyone who is in such an overwhelming place that the only apparent solution is to close the book forever – can’t fathom the loneliness and helplessness that must be all pervading. The anguish of the people left behind again is another festering quagmire all of its own. Could I have done more and what did I miss?
I find I tend to take on board a lot of the emotional stuff doing the rounds (evidently an empath I’m told – if you need to put a name to it) and it’s hard let me tell you. The happiness and joy highs are a fun thing but when loss, heartache and sadness are on the march it’s quite overwhelming at times. There have been days when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and hide and I have (well not the hole bit but you get my drift.) Most of the time though you pack it, wrap it and stack it away. I verbalise a lot, I write sometimes which seems to help balance everything out. It’s made me acknowledge myself, my worth and made my boundaries stronger I think. All good but if you’re out there and you’re battling *fist bump* I see you.