Name something and let it be witnessed.
There is no problem-solving here and no sympathy. People sometimes need their scars and their and the hard things in the past they struggled with. It gives us strength.
You’re welcome to share something you’re carrying. A realization. A transition. An ending or a beginning. A scar. Short is better.
Be honest. Please do not offer generic responses. “I see you” gets exhausting quickly. If you have an honest response like, “OMFG! That’s horrific. I’m impressed you made it out alive,” that response is perfect. It allows us to take pride in what we did to survive, and it feeds our souls.
💥 This thread is important to me because some days I just can’t. Some days the pain in my body (🦶) is too much. Other days, the people I needed did not show up in the way I hoped they would. It wears me down in ways that are hard to explain without sounding dramatic, so I usually don’t try. Losing my lower right leg was not a normal story of trauma and pain. (It was a medical nightmare). I entered into Flow instead of Fight when this happened. After, my perception of people shifted.
🐺 I am not angry at my body. I am not angry at people. I am angry at the universe. Not because it is cruel, but because it let me hope. It felt like it cared just long enough for me to believe things were finally going to ease up. When they didn’t, the disappointment landed deeper than I expected.
🧿 On days like that, I stop trying to make sense of it. I stop reframing it, fixing it, or pushing through. Instead, I sit with people who understand what it means to sit with grief without needing to solve it.
🌲 In the Grove, We sit. We acknowledge what is there. The pain does not disappear, but it is no longer carried alone.