It can always be worse then it is in some fashion or another. But does that negate the suffering that currently is?
I am grateful for what I have. I appreciate the people that support me and the things that I have, the things that I can still do.
But that doesn’t stop me from also missing what I used to be. It doesn’t stop me from missing what I was once able to do. And there is no sin in that. Life takes things away from us, it’s part of living. But there is nothing wrong with mourning the loss of those things. I don’t need to martyr my heart to my chronic illness nor do I need to suppress my feelings of loss because somewhere on the planet there is someone who has it worse then I do.
When I tell you about my hurts, don’t tell me it could be worse.
Tell me it could be better.
Why not remind me that there is always the possibility that the future will bring me something better? Reminding me that there are greater shadows does not lessen my darkness, but it may make me feel less towards myself. Instead, offer me hope. Remind me that there are people researching my disease. Remind me that there are good days ahead coming towards me. Remind me that there cannot be a shadow without a light to cast it.
Yes, it could be worse. But it could be better.