A calls you guys my invisible friends.
When I was taking the childbirth class with A, our educator asked each of us to describe how we deal with pain. Some people said they keep it pent up, or want to be alone. Some people said they scream. Some said they laugh. I said, and realized as I said it, that when I am in pain, I deal with it by decribing exactly how I am feeling to someone. I guess as a writer, being able to describe the pain somehow puts me in charge of it. Like I can edit it or understand it or something.
Writing. Just writing about it is not the same has having a person listen.
Having a handful of people listen is even better.
Thank you, each of you, for helping me by listening. It still hurts. But I don’t feel alone. And it doesn’t hurt as much.
(Back to the doctor on Sunday. Does anyone know any donor-type dudes in New York? I’m running out of money.)