You're most welcome, girl! You know, my sister (she's a social worker by profession) once told me I'd make a shit counselor for people calling the helplines, because I always want to find solutions and some people just want someone to listen to - finding a solution is beyond their capabilities when they're desperate enough to call. She's right, of course. I would find it very depressing working in an environment where I would be faced with a lot of bad and couldn't do anything about it. I'd love to do something for you, take you for a coffee and a chat or something, even if I'd have to levitate you there ;), because I have a feeling you could use a change of environment every so often. (I have a bit of Harry's Saviour complex ;)) But I can't do that, we're worlds apart and the only thing I have to offer are words and I'm not too good spinning those around, so every time I sort of have to hope you'd understand them the way they were meant, as a consolation. Frankly, I don't feel sorry for you, I admire you, I'm sure I wouldn't be doing half as good in your shoes, because everything I write is from the position of a person who has a reasonably good health and doesn't have to struggle with the things that the illness brings along - and those aren't just physical limitations, but also psychological and emotional burdens, such as poor self-esteem and feeling that you don't have a purpose in life or that you're an inconvenience to the others. Perhaps you struggle with those feelings as well, but you shouldn't. Everyone's got a role to play in a grand scheme of things, you do, too, regardless of your health. You should allow your health issues limit and define you any more than it's unavoidable. Your legs perhaps can't walk, but your spirit can fly. Let it. :) Lots of good and a hug!
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on 2014-05-17 09:44 am (UTC)She's right, of course. I would find it very depressing working in an environment where I would be faced with a lot of bad and couldn't do anything about it.
I'd love to do something for you, take you for a coffee and a chat or something, even if I'd have to levitate you there ;), because I have a feeling you could use a change of environment every so often. (I have a bit of Harry's Saviour complex ;)) But I can't do that, we're worlds apart and the only thing I have to offer are words and I'm not too good spinning those around, so every time I sort of have to hope you'd understand them the way they were meant, as a consolation.
Frankly, I don't feel sorry for you, I admire you, I'm sure I wouldn't be doing half as good in your shoes, because everything I write is from the position of a person who has a reasonably good health and doesn't have to struggle with the things that the illness brings along - and those aren't just physical limitations, but also psychological and emotional burdens, such as poor self-esteem and feeling that you don't have a purpose in life or that you're an inconvenience to the others. Perhaps you struggle with those feelings as well, but you shouldn't. Everyone's got a role to play in a grand scheme of things, you do, too, regardless of your health. You should allow your health issues limit and define you any more than it's unavoidable. Your legs perhaps can't walk, but your spirit can fly. Let it. :)
Lots of good and a hug!