The other day, someone who’d just met me asked what I’d be doing with my mother this Sunday. It was such a jolting question to come from someone who didn’t even know my name, but I saw her apology, and her inability to understand that not everyone has a living parent to celebrate with, after she tried to absorb my polite response. She then changed the subject to marriage and I was even more annoyed. 🙄 I honestly thought I’d be asked about my pap smear, next!
Its important to be sensitive to others. I am not the only motherless daughter in the world, but sometimes, it feels like I am. I am grateful to friends who’ve basically adopted me and made sure that I don’t have to break down and be upset. I’m also grateful to those who intentionally harmed me, so I could see them for who they truly are.
This is not dissimilar to stories I have heard and things I have personally experienced from age eight into adulthood.
This story is adapted from The Song of Our Scars: The Untold Story of Pain, by Haider Warraich.
Or if you’re like me, you need a destination in mind. I often function on auto-pilot when I take a walk. I have no idea how I get to my destination or how I get home because I’m SO trapped in my head. Sometimes I have to pause, check out my surroundings, and take a picture of a tree or something I see along the way. Also, I’m still depressed afterwards, but with more joint and muscle pain. Depression is a cruel taskmaster.