Well back when I was 27 I wanted to meet someone who went through worst then I did. I wanted to not be on the top of the list of life's crap list, I met a girl and thought good, see now I know I'm not the worst one, she is, and felt better, til I realized, no I'm still at the top. But it was the hope that someone else got in my boat that I could pal around with.
Now at 44, and having dealt with myself more, I still haven't met, and would pitty anyone who went through my life, but accept more of myself, and that's all I need to do.
Don't know how many times I passed the pearly gates, but they obviously don't want me there yet.
Practical jokers they are.
Anyway I know my spot up there is reserved, so this is just cake walking now, accept for dealing with the past, don't ya just love someone saying "Forget your past, move on." errrrrrrr
Or God only gives you what you can handle, well I can't always handle it, endure, I do, handle sometimes not.
They are just pat answers to someone who does not understand, bless the ignorant, aren't they cute.
I was so blessed to have Sarge, (Harold Schaffer, God rest his soul) a veitnam veteran who became my mental mentor and never was too busy to help show me paths I couldn't see.
So since I could never thank him enough, I pass on the golden nuggets he showed me to others, to help diminish mental suffering.
There is a measuring stick, but it should be used individually only. To help gauge recovery, not determine who has deeper scars.
I hold my scars like badges, in the end I won, (even though this is not the case day to day) I walked away, scathed but not spiritually broken, just a mental mess. I am broken and love myself that way, just fine.
God bless all,
White Wolf aka Donna-Lynne