The Isolated Blurt Thread

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I make the mistake of telling people to hold on, muddle through, etc etc. Why should they/we do such things?

Is it really a comfort or just words to fill space?
 
I make the mistake of telling people to hold on, muddle through, etc etc. Why should they/we do such things?

Is it really a comfort or just words to fill space?

It can be either, depending on the situation and the relationship. From someone who understands, it can be feel empathetic, and that can comfort. Though, often, it is just something to say when you don't know what else to say or do.
 
I'm not big on giving advice with my comforting words any longer.

I have learned to empathize and be supportive minus the "You should' a" stuff.

I try NOT to just fill the air with platitudes. In a former life, I spent WAY too much energy in wasted speech.

Being a good Friend is a tough job, sometimes - and NOT for the faint of heart, in my experience! ;)
 
Isolation isn't good for me. Too many years of it... not anymore! 😃

Normal course of life for many of us, so not my place to judge. <shrugs>
 
The old cat seems to have some sort of interest outside that I can't pinpoint. She's gone from lazing about the house to rushing outside, rushing in to eat a couple of times a day, then rushing back outside. It's very odd.
 



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It's Sunday afternoon. The sky is bright and sunny, the temps are on the warmish side, the cool breeze is blowing gently off the ocean and the smell of BBQ chicken is in the air.

And I have to leave to go to work now. Fucking Sundays.
 
I'm having a hard time not screaming out loud today.

I know inside my head I am.
 
I feel lots better.

I have managed to eat purreed cauliflower and some fish over the weekend. ( oddly over steamed broccoli to make it super soft was an absolute no in my mouth. I am sure now I have had so
D food I'll recover even quicker.

I feel loads and loads better, it's just my mouth left sore really and that tiredness one gets with a virus. I can swallow my meds again, the dog has stopped being scared of me and I'm getting a little bored. I also know I'll be able to meet all my commitments this week, even if I don't skip to them. Normal sick is such a blessed relief and knowing it's something that will go feels like such a copeable challenge it's been almost 'inspirational' to be a little unwell. From the very privileged position that I can sleep as needed with minimal impact on life.
great to hear you're well on the way to recovery. pace yourself :p
 
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