We're all wearing dumping hats.

Strong isn't how you feel--strong is what you DO.

It's been said many times, Scrappy is wise.

The situations are completely different, but I have to say that the thing (besides staying alive) that was hardest for me when I was so sick last year, was people causing themselves to suffer on my behalf because they 'should.'

Given how much you love your uncle, Maria, I can only think he loves you as much. I wonder if he might want you to remember him the way you want to remember him.

We're all wearing dumping hats.

My dumping hat is currently at a jaunty angle, ready for service.

Sometimes, and you have to decide if it works , running away or curling up in a ball for a named period of time helps. I sometimes give myself 24 hours to wallow. Usually I feel able to deal with things better after doing so. That is grieving

So much love, Maria. I'm so sorry, for you and your dad and your uncle and all your family, and whatever anyone here can do to help you cope and function and vent and even give you a safe space to retreat to when you need it, we will do.

I also am wearing a dumping hat.

Strong isn't how you feel--strong is what you DO.

Which, it turns out, goes beautifully with my "Scrappy is wise" t-shirt.

But what if I actually do run away? It's not outside the realm of possibility. Then I'm not only weak, but a disappointment.

Oh, honey, no you wouldn't be. You'd be human and hurt and sad and that is all hard to bear and there's no shame in crumbling sometimes.

I know you'll do as much as you can for your father and your uncle and the rest of the family, but when you can't do anything don't hold that against yourself.

But what if I actually do run away? It's not outside the realm of possibility. Then I'm not only weak, but a disappointment.

No, then you'd be taking care of yourself and making sure you have some resources left when you absolutely have to cope. Trust me on this.

Maria, I am so sorry. There isn't anything I can say to make it better, but you are in my thoughts.

-t, I'm struggling with the force of my reaction in comparison to those of you who have suffered much greater losses. I'm scared that if I can't bear this pain now and it's just my uncle, what's going to happen when it's my father, or mother, or sister, or husband? I will break, and I won't be able to put myself together again.

edit: And Jilli, my god, how? It hurts, so damn much.

And I'm being incredibly selfish by not acknowledging that others are going through some lousy shit right now too. Please know that I am sending you as much strength and love as you've given me.

I've heard it said that a drowning person isn't selfish. You are drowning; doing what you need to do to draw in the next breath is not only reasonable, but right and good.

What eveyone said, Maria. And adding that admitting it is further proof of strength. If you can, work on letting the feelings flow over you - watch and describe them, but don't fight them.