“You don’t know what it’s like” is a weird game we play amongst each other. A competition that nobody wins that has gone on for far too long. I’m the loneliest. I’m the one who was hurt the most. I’m the one who struggles.
Please. Do. Not. Say. This. Story. To. Yourself.
Please.
Please.
I’m not saying that I haven’t jumped down this hole and sat down there, while family and friends pointed frantically to the ladder. I have. I do. Just not as often anymore.
My prayer today is: “Please, God, help us to listen to each other for even 10 minutes.” Ten focused minutes would make a difference. Let the other person talk! Summarize what you heard them say. Ask questions/have curiosity about what it is like to be someone else. The truth is that no one us, knows what it’s like to be the other. But we can fucking try.
Try.
Love,
Terra Rose
Life Without Montages 