Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings, 1964
A lot of people are struggling today – sick, grieving, exhausted, fearful, stressed. The reasons are sometimes obvious, often not, though they all come back, one way or another, to a collapse of normality so sudden and comprehensive that it’s still hard to grasp. What it’s done to us is sometimes obvious, more often not. We put on a brave face and get on with it. No one wants to complain: there really are people much worse off. So we draw on unexpected reserves of courage and knuckle down, each with our own, particular struggle. Still, sometimes it’s good to remember that a lot of people are struggling, and acknowledge the truth of it. (I wish politicians could manage that.) Mostly, we can’t help, perhaps take a bit of the strain, but that’s not easy in isolation. More helpful might be to accept the reality of it, without asking questions or offering solutions, just being present with unqualified love or friendship or solidarity. Don’t expect too much, of others or ourselves. A lot of people are struggling today. It’s hard to say so here, but I’m one. I don’t want help; I just need not to have to behave as if everything’s fine. It’s not, and that seems completely normal to me in the present circumstances. If you’re struggling too, I’m sorry and I sympathise. That’s it; that’s all I wanted to say. Thank you for reading. It will get better, because nothing stays the same, but until then, be well and be kind.