Many years ago, a counsellor told me that comparing my/our difficulties to those of others was pointless. Who’s to say that my/our struggles are in anyway less, or more, than someone else’s?
Right now, we have a lot going on. Just like any other family.
Just like you. But it does feel like there’s more than usual.
Probably because there is.
How do we even measure struggle?
Struggles are hard; they’re meant to be.
That’s why they’re called struggles.
Well-meaning family/friends/acquaintances tell me, “Chin up! It could be worse!”
Well, yes, of course it could be. I know that.
How come when you’re happy, no-one ever says, “Chin up! So-and-so is happier than you are!”?
Sometimes I find myself woe-is-me-ing – I can’t do this any more. I don’t want to do this any more –
but I should be thinking, “why not me/us?” instead of “why me/us?”
Hard is hard. Struggles are struggles.
Experiences are different for everyone.
Comparison is pointless.
Perhaps we should all compare and judge less.
Wouldn’t that be nice.