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I stood in the crowds rushing around the shops, I felt like
my life was falling apart, the world had drastically changed, so how could
everyone wander round as normal?
Then a messenger stopped and stood by my side, she began to point
people out –
She is grateful for the winter, no-one questions the long
sleeves that cover the bruises, and the bruises of the mind are invisible – but
he is always apologetic…..
The man stopping to chat to everyone with a cheery smile is
on his only trip out of the week, at home he cares for his mother who needs
help 24/7 and in confusion doesn’t know him and gets frightened and angry.
That young woman is picking her way through the crowd
carefully, she is terrified of talking to anyone – she feels she is barely
holding her mind together, and feels overwhelmed by the most basic of things.
The messenger got quicker –
His every step is agony of pain; she is worried sick about
her son; she dreads Christmas since her husband died, and the children live so
far away; he lost his job in the cuts this year and the mortgage is behind; and
so it went on.
The messenger turned to me and said, ‘This is the normal
each one wanders around with, just as you do, and each one looks at the others in
awe of how normal they all are and feeling they are alone in the crowd carrying
their weight’
I wept seeing the pain hiding under every normal face and action,
and for my own pain too.
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