I have been using the phrase “All I can do is love them through it” in some form or another more frequent lately than I ever have before. I say it a lot because it is difficult to watch your closest loves going through hard times, especially when you watch them repeat the same things that lead them to hard times in the first place.
It is easy to be the one holding a bag full of casting stones when you’re not the one encapsulated, isn't it?
This random thought happened when I was mid “all I can do is …” the other day. I wondered how many people who have loved me longer than 13 years have repeated a similar sentiment. Because I have been in inside the House of Repeated Poor Choices for what feels like a significant portion of my adult life. When I look around, the same faces surround me.
Except – they seemingly have left their bags of casting stones outside and have come inside where I am standing.
Loving someone through something means actually grabbing their hand and walking next to them.
Not watching them from outside.
