Empathy and support go hand in hand, don’t they. I have to cheat a little to get all my prayers out there by the end of the month. I thought I had it all figured out post-wise, but I keep adding to my list of prayers and have to do a few two-in-one’s to make it.
My first experience with a support group was a year into daughter’s illness. I felt I was losing my mind trying to figure out what to do and more important what not do, so I took a class for family members with a following support group. Meeting other mothers was such an amazing experience and we stayed in touch for many years.
I read somewhere that to feel true empathy you have to have felt that particular emotion yourself, and to some extent I can agree to that. No one understands you as well as someone who have had the same experience. That being said; I don’t believe you have to experience all the dreads in the world to be an emphatic person, or the world would be in great trouble indeed.
I joined another support group a few weeks ago, hoping that it will be helpful while working my way through the barrel. I have been a supporter for so many years that it’s a bit strange to be supported, but I’ll get better at it.
I’m using strands of scrap yarn for hanging the flags and number them on the back so I can keep track of them. They are twirling and spinning and I want to string them together so they stay flat flat flat, but it doesn’t really matter, they’re blowing in the wind like they are meant to do. I’ll probably give them a little press to straighten them out a bit when I take them inside. This will happen sooner than later or I’ll be running out of trees in the back yard...