I like to think of myself as being tough and strong. I’ve never found myself overly emotional about most things, but some yes. And yet now and then something that doesn’t even impact my life in the same way as deaths or my illness comes along smacks me in the face. And I am rendered anything but tough or strong.
When I read cases of people who are denied medical coverage for things simply because their genes got a little mixed up when they were knit together (completely beyond their control), I get emotional. When I stop and consider the horrible conditions some people live with or work with, yeah that can get me caught up as well.
I won’t deny it, when I get caught up in this stuff I feel anything but strong. But of course to not feel anything would be the sign of true weakness. No one said life would be without pain. No one said that when your friends have chronic illnesses you won’t find yourself ducking away for a good cry while they aren’t looking.
It’s been one of those moments dear readers. One of those days where I have had to accept that a dear friend who is one of the strongest people I know is going through something I cannot even begin to help with let alone fix. All I can do for this friend is be there. And it seems like being there is absolutely useless, yet it’s what my friend needs and it’s something I can do. And my friend needs to know it’s okay to cry, it’s okay if we both cry.