Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. —Plato
I recently read this. Those are powerful words! I think in the midst of my battle for survival and the courage and hope to keep going, I sometimes forget that I am not the only one fighting a battle. Others are fighting just as hard. Their circumstances may be different but their battles no less frightening and painful than mine.
I remember sometimes when I would be in the midst of feeling so lonely, so isolated, so scared that I wouldn’t get better, my husband would remind me that “so and so” was much worse off than me. Of course, in the midst of my own hurt, I didn’t care if someone was worse than me. Those were not words I wanted to hear. It would make me angry. Angry at him and angry that my pain, isolation, loneliness and fear were not being taken seriously. Eventually I would calm down as the “fight or flight” action dissipated. Then I would feel bad that I hadn’t cared about the others, about anyone worse off than myself.
I am trying to not let my own situation overshadow all those who are also suffering. I am also trying hard to be kinder to myself and be more accepting of my limitations.
I recently read a very well written piece about being kind to ourselves. You can find it at: http://juliatuchman.tumblr.com/post/27924568863/pet-shop-prophet