As I write these things I wonder if I am being silly. Do I sound like a whiner? Am I oversensitive and making a big deal out of everyday things? Is this more of my over-analyzing, my over-thinking?
Part of me believes it is. To me, these things really don't seem so terrible. They actually seem kind of mundane. I think that's because the things that happen in my own life seem to be less important. My pain seems to be secondary to the pain of those around me. I'm tough. I can take it. It's easier for me to experience the pain myself than to see others in pain.
No one has commented at all on these posts yet. I understand if you need to think about them. Sit with them. Process these things you've learned.
But if someone could just comment to say that you've read them and you don't think I'm an idiot, that would help right now. Because when I write these things I become that scared, insecure little girl again.
