If you’ve been following my posts (and I know how hard it is to stay updated) you will know that, for a variety of reasons, I have been having a tough time lately. Because of the need to protect privacy I haven’t been able to go into the details of what’s been happening. Regardless of that, you as readers, reached out to me in the past few days in a way that has left me feeling very blessed.
The support I have had through, both this blog and, other social mediums has been amazing. Thank you so much. You remind me that human beings are really very good beings, and that we are lucky to have each other.
Something that has really helped me is the number of people who have told me recently that I, through this blog, make a difference in their lives. Wow! I don’t care about being ‘freshly pressed‘ (okay WordPress, go ahead if you insist, but it’s not what I’m here for) and I don’t feel the need of thousands of readers. If I make a difference in simply one person’s life? Then that is absolutely enough for me. That makes it worthwhile. More than worthwhile. So thank you to those of you who took the time to tell me how my blog helps you. That helped me enormously.
Actually Sunday, the day I last posted, was the first day I had felt some peace for several months. Nothing was fixed, healed or even put right. But I knew I was supported, and that was enough
But unfortunately this time there is the ‘otherwise’. Sometimes we do things with the best of intentions, and in those times we would never mean for anyone to be hurt. But sometimes because we don’t know all the facts, or the history behind the situation, or even the personal histories of the people involved… it can backfire. We meant to support, but in reality, harm was caused.
This is what has happened for me this time. I’m not upset with the person involved (I don’t actually know, or want to know, who it was) but some things were said in support of me, which actually triggered a whole lot of historical fears and worries and well as some interpersonal issues I could have done without. Think Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). These traumas have a habit of repeating on us, often when we least expect it. Especially when we think we’ve finally got through it. Slam! And it’s back in our faces again.
I’m only sharing this because it has been a lesson for me, and I thought maybe someone else might gain something from it. It’s one thing to be careful with words that we use, but we also need to think through the consequences of what is said. Sometimes that’s out of our hands, but other times it is in our hands. I also don’t believe that we are responsible for the actions of the person we speak to, but I do believe our words and intentions should always be made with kindness and compassion as their core.
The person involved could probably have never foreseen what happened, but that simply reminds me that we need to be aware of what we don’t know.
I am very blessed by the support I have had, and that includes the person who spoke up seemingly on my behalf. I appreciate the good intention and so thank you. I guess we just need to be careful with each other in so many ways.
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding… And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy”
― Kahlil Gibran