“It’s better than being alone.”
Sharing is HARD. When you’re younger you’re taught to share material things, but along the way I don’t think anyone actually ever teaches you how to share emotions.
Maybe learning how to share emotions is one of those traits you pick up by watching others, but here’s where things get tricky, what happens if those around you don’t share the ups and downs of living with their loss?
What if you’re having a pity party for one every night simply because you don’t know someone else is doing the same?
Being the first person to share, or open the invitation to your pity party, is HARD. But, like a friend texted me back this week, “it’s better than being alone.”
Really, it is. Here’s why, all at once you now have someone to complain to and to share the moment that made you feel really crappy or alone. The other person may not know what to say or exactly what you need to hear, but that’s fine because maybe all you need is an ear. Maybe all you need is someone who will put all their effort in convincing you you’re going to be okay.
When you’ve grown accustomed to living in your loss alone, opening up to others feels monumental..because it is. If you’re able to do this, give yourself a pat on the back because you’re officially a party of at least two. And if you’re not there yet, that’s fine too.
I’m 11 years and 9 months out of my mom’s death and I’m just now figuring this all out.
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