The power of crap is a heavy burden. It erodes and corrodes. It sucks life and extinguishes life. It is Hope less.
I read the words of human beings. Beautiful people. All carrying a shedload of crap. All alone. Each one carrying so much pain it is either unbearable or almost unbearable. And I cannot help them. I cannot fix them.
Read one short piece from one amazing and hurting beautiful individual: “Proof that we need to concentrate on the person who lived and not the way they died.”
My Brother Killed Himself: http://mybrotherkilledhimself.wordpress.com
Read one short piece from one amazing and hurting beautiful individual: “I am so glad I didn’t kill myself, but I continue to wonder if there is anything to say to people at those darkest times. Here’s an attempt. Here are things I wish someone had told me at the time: …”
Reasons to Stay Alive: http://www.matthaig.com/reasons-to-stay-alive
Read one short piece from one amazing and hurting beautiful individual: “Don’t try and save me, just love me while the doctors try and work out what is going on. Just love me please.”
Scarred and Scared: http://scarredandscared.wordpress.com/
There are many more. So many more. Too many.
And what each writes, what each seeks, what connects each – what connects me – is not death. Is not suicide. Is not sexual abuse. Is not any of that long (edited and shortened) list above.
What connects is Love.
And that is why I am proud to be connected to each. Proud to read their words of pain and not be able to fix them. I am not the answer. Nor are you.
But I can Love. Just as each one whose words I read also Loves.
And I do Love. Just as each Loves (almost always so very much more than me).
Each story is a story of Love.
And Love connects.
So I have a request:
When you see, or read, or hear, or are “accidentally” connected to, or are “spontaneously” repelled by, or choose to ignore, or actively block out, or even actively seek out to fix, or seek out to save – whatever your choice of response – to all of us who are suffering these “embarrassing conditions” … the ones we think of as “uncomfortable” and “beyond my comprehension” and “I can’t fix that/them” and “I Can Fix That!” … try something different.
Try loving. Without answers. Try loving. Without reason. Try loving. Full Stop.
That is what connects.
If we allow.