I don’t know about anyone else and their journey. I can only speak on mine and my solo journey. Some days I wish I could do so in its totality but 1: no one really cares 2: what will it accomplish?
My daughter’s friend father committed suicide. She is saddened to bring the news to me. She must share. That is her way of dealing. That is our way is it not? Whether it is to friends or loved companions, we must let it out.
Life between the lines is my lifeline. It is the screams I let out into the world, one that is empty that no one has to listen to or attend to or roll their eyes at. Maybe they do but do we hear the abyss or the echoes of a release?
What I lost, I must give myself. Friends who can’t be with you when you are down, who only seek to share happiness, their joy or yours, If you can’t come to someone with your pain, your questions, your uncertainties, your angst, are they really your friends?
The chance to share all that you are and what you are going through with someone willing to take all of you on, that is the gift you can’t ever give yourself!
Sharing takes two.