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No Need To Check In.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jun 17, 2021
  • 2 min read

As I have begun this weird and crazy journey post both parent death, post marriage dissolution, I have been reminded of all those who have felt I am so strong, they no longer need to check in.


No longer need to worry about me.


Feel I must be strong enough to stand alone.


I assume, that they suppose, and that they have the confidence, I am ok.


Correction, they clearly must know I am.


Or else they may wonder about how I am.


So I have to take the position that..


They must be thinking, I am not only ok, I am conquering.


Owning.


Or perhaps, they are so scared I am drowning, they don't want to know.


Happier not knowing.


Pretending.


Looking away.


Either way, it's telling.


It is very informative about how people react during a crisis.


It is very telling how you are treated when you are wounded. And telling about those who treat you.


The way you are treated when in a panic, says more about others, than you.


And what I have realized, is that it is ok.


I can not be troubled by those who felt burdened by me.


I can't hinge myself or weigh myself by those who have never traveled my path, felt my pain, endured my journey.


What I can do, is embrace those who have stuck it out.


Had the compassion and empathy I needed.


Realized that I am less than perfect, but I am enough.


Understand that I am doing my best, in a circumstance that has dealt me the worst.


I will never be the same.


How could I?


My whole world has collapsed.


But yet I have been rebuilt.


Better.


Stronger.


Wiser.


Hopeful the world will see that as well.


In the mean time, I keep those who have stayed the course, close.


I keep those who have truly stuck it out, closer.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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