I was so deep in my self-pity that I was terminally unique being sure that my problems were worse than
anyone else’s problems. It was crazy,
lonely and painful.
Now I am just a garden variety
drunk that mostly hears the similarity between myself and others. It is a far cry from being able to identify
with everybody I meet, but at least now the possibility exists.
I am grateful to have progress from terminally unique to being a garden
variety drunk that hears the commonality when listening to others instead of
the differences.
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