I attempt daily to control the suffering, if not the pain. Fortunately I have a worldview to which I cling, aiding & abetting me in times of trial; a buoy for body & soul. Shelter, hard-wired.
I’ve dealt with severe physical illness. I’ve dealt with severe mental illness. Having experienced extended periods of both, if I had to choose one fate, I’d choose the former. Sight unseen, nothing compares to mental angst & disability. Both at the same time, as now, a living Hell. I choose neither.
Unfortunately life doesn’t work that way. To each a different dose, none are immune. My heart aches for all who are at war, internal or external.
My enduring hope is, that by recapitulating the past with mindful healing in place, this particular road will not be trod again.
Learn, grow, be liberated, be grateful. Forevermore.
Ever changing. Progress at Work.
I wish that I could take on your pain and send you a little healing.
Michael J
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Michael, you are full of compassion. A fellow warrior. Though I have not felt the ravages of war as you, a Vietnam Vet. I cannot even fathom the degree of suffering in this world. It certainly doesn’t seem optional, but I guess that’s where our spirituality is put to the extreme test. How could a God plan things this way? Yet it is God to whom I can’t let go?
Not to mention, healthcare in this country is extremely f***ed up. Debt stress & bureaucracy adds insult to injury. Mental care is non existent. (I made a typo in the post above which I’ve since corrected…. Just to clarify for those that read the original version: Given the choice, per my experience, physical pain is preferable to the mental variety).
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