Someone Was Less Than Good Analysis

This year has brought an end to the way I see my world since losing my husband. The one man that loved me more than himself, protected me, and stood up for me. I spent my life thinking that if I treated others well, they would do the same. You just can't please everyone. It did not stop me from trying. If my personal thoughts of someone was less than good, I kept those thoughts to myself. I did not like hurting anyone's feelings. There were times of course that I wasn't able to keep my feelings to myself. I asked God to guide me. In my past before I had given my life over to Him, that rule didn't apply and I would sometimes say more than I should have to a person that got on my wrong side. Not proud of that at all.
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They have no idea and frankly, most of them, if they even give it a thought, are happy not to know. It is easier to judge someone without knowledge than to take the time to honestly understand the many stages of deep sorrow and grief we travel through. As each one judges us they drive the sorrow deeper into our already shattered hearts. We withdraw further from them to protect ourselves. Could we get further in healing if others took the time to care? I think so. But I don't believe that will happen. Mostly, it is those who have been where we are that step up. Not to say that there are not some, bless their souls, who haven't walked this path that will reach for their …show more content…
It made me sad. I see everything through different eyes and react differently than I once did. I still have compassion and still try to treat others as I would want them to treat me, but .... if someone is cruel, I will distance myself from them. I have no time nor tolerance for the cruelty of others. Everyday is a struggle to just want to live without the added heartache of shallow people. It is hard enough to face a new day. It is hard enough to face it without the ones you love and loved you. Each moment of my life is a stolen moment. I feel sorry for myself daily for what is lost. Maybe I always will. I also look at those who love me and say 'how blessed am I?' Each one who stands beside me makes me see the beauty of the world again. Gives me a reason to go on. When the darkness descends, I repeat each thing that gives me reason until the darkness passes. The innocence is gone, we live in a different world than others, but we are no less