Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Helpless

It is hard to see somebody you love go through pain.

It is harder still when you have no comparable situation in your own history.

I claim no knowledge of another person's pain, only my own.

However, I am not completely without empathy.

But what good is empathy?

I am sympathetic, but what good is that?

I am heartbroken that someone I love is feeling so much pain and there is not a thing I can do to alleviate that feeling or make it any better!

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