Better days follow seemingly impossible ones, and with the perspective of the passing of a little time I can identify two main benefits arising from writing and sharing my last post. Firstly, there is simply the fact that I wrote it at all. The act of writing that night was one of pushing past my comfort zones, and through uncertainty. It was trying to be more accepting of disharmony and imbalance; of the fact that life should not always be dressed up in beauty and hope, however aesthetically pleasing and comfortable it may be to do so.
Secondly, the supportive and encouraging responses to my words were overwhelming. No one can ‘fix’ things, or make my pain disappear, but honest, human connection can lift the most sorrowful heart at least a fraction. Although it seems an obvious truth that a great many others in the world have and do struggle through some days as desperately as I do, hearing from those people and being reminded that it is both universal and okay to occasionally feel and voice those things is reassuring.
Thank you, lovely readers, who were there on a dark and desperate day, and shared your empathy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.