I’ve blogged before about the reasons for loving Twitter. The fact it’s around 24/7 with supportive folk when I might be reluctant to wake up some IRL friends, however caring and supportive they would still be if I did wake them up.
Today I read about someone I follow on Twitter who has developed terminal cancer. I don’t know them personally but they’re *that* Twitter person who posts amusing animal videos, makes jokes and is just generally a nice person. The post that they wrote announcing it was in a similar vein to their usual posts which made me both laugh and cry at the same time.
I sometimes wonder how I would cope if something like that happened to me. Although some of my friends would describe me as a ‘strong’ person, I sometimes wonder what that means. I think I’d probably be a mess, berating the world and those closest to me if something like that happened to me. I’m sure there would be some ‘why me’s’, ‘life is so unfair’ but I don’t think that means I’m not strong. It just means that I would be a bit upset at my lot.
I once remember having a bit of a rant. I’ve always considered myself to have coped pretty well with losing my mum but on occasion the self pitying does become quite overwhelming. I don’t think that’s a bad thing because isn’t it better to speak out about feelings rather than keep it in? Sometimes life is pretty shit, humanity is rubbish and things are not fair. Yes, there are bigger things happening in the world but sometimes, you’re entitled to share your feelings and not have someone go ‘ well there’s worse things in life’.
The point of this post? Never apologise to me about ranting about something. Never apologise for being strong enough to share your feelings about something that is a little bit shit. If you are in a pit, I’ll climb right down in there with you and I won’t just provide you with a ladder to get yourself out. I’ll just expect you to do the same for me.