We feel trapped, anxious, guilty when we don‘t help, and it’s hard to detach and continue one‘s life as if nothing was happening. If you ever went through something like this, I bow to you and your inner strength. Watching people suffer and not being able to help is one of our toughest lessons. I‘m still learning it, trying to navigate my life around it, trying not to lose my balance for too long. Sometimes it feels like you’re at the beach and your loved one is in this tiny boat caught in a storm at sea. Yet when you send rescue ships and helicopters they choose to remain in the storm and in their boat. Let them, dear ones, let them suffer as long as they wish to suffer. It’s part of their growth and lessons in life and we can’t interfere with that. It’s as much a lesson for them as it is for us. Be even more loving towards yourself, find a way to express your fears and emotions, allow others to support you. And know that this storm, too, one day shall pass. ☀️💗☀️
Watching other people suffer is one of the toughest lessons for us. I can manage my own suffering, quite well by now, as when it arises, I will love my pain, listen to it, give it a voice to speak, I will journal about it until it becomes less and less and disappears. But what about our most loved ones? What when they suffer and yet refuse any help? When we tried our best to help/coach/fix things and everything was in vain? I know, and we all should know that we can’t fix people when they don’t want any help.