Hang in there

This is the period of my life where I see sad things happening to the people around me and I feel so…helpless. I can give objective, rational view dispensed by woman magazine agony aunts, I can even say to some, “I know how you feel” but judging by how these tactics totally flopped for me during my down period last year, all I can do is pray that the Big Guy up there is able to provide comfort to these friends. A really good cry, a lifting of that heavy weight from the heart, a line from a book, something they see on the streets, anything. Pain is such a personal thing.