There are times when that phrase helps kick me out of self pity or mild depression. Other times, it causes me to open the back pack I'm carrying, cram all my actual thoughts and feelings inside, zip it up tight and carry it around on my back.
I am living the tension of the grateful reality that my car accident could have been so much worse juxtaposing the reality that I have indeed experienced trauma and it is still affecting me deeply. To deny my reality and my struggle just because someone else had it so much worse will be cramming unprocessed emotion into a backpack that I'll carry around until I'm too tired to carry that thing and I throw it to the floor. All the emotion spills in a jumbled mess. As convoluted as my emotions are right now, the tangled, dark mess of a backpack spilling out is worse.
For this reason, I will keep journaling my real emotion through the dark to get to the light. I will keep feeling and talking about where I actually am because I believe this is a healthier way to live than the cramming of emotion I've done in the past. And someday, all my posts won't be about healing and recovering. Someday.
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Thanks for sharing your respectful thoughts.