People want to understand. I think they really do. It's impossible to get it unless you feel it. I can't get the anguish a parent feels losing a child, the agony of a cancer diagnosis, the defeat of losing a job, etc. I try to understand and the best I can do is lend an ear, an act of kindness, a hug, an "I'm here", and lastly, "what do you need from me right now to help?"
I feel broken mentally and physically. I feel my circle of safe people dwindling. It's so tiresome to the people who want me to be fixed by now. It's tiresome to me. It's been 472 days of people calling me brave and for that I am ever grateful. I am working on so many things right now the list is overwhelming. I'm working on not making assumptions, a pelvic tuck to help my SI joint, not taking things personally, coping with my new lower back problem, exercising am and pm and most importantly as of late, extending grace to others as I want them to extend to me. I am having a really hard time with it all.
I read in another blog the terminology - UNBRIDLED WILD GRACE.
We should always extend unbridled wild grace because of this: None of us really understands what it's like to be anyone else. So many times throughout my day today I thought, "no one understands." I am wrong. God understands and my prayer tonight is for me to see others as He sees them and that I can see AS THEY see. The blog summarized what I am seeking:
Wild grace for friends who believe differently from us.
Wild grace for people in different life stages from us.
Wild grace for friends of other ethnicities.
Wild grace for all so we can love with our whole selves.
And wild grace so we can be loved as well.
Right now my wild grace is in the form of two little pills and they are a blessing indeed.
May we all have wild grace.....unbridled (I love that word). 
