I have been comforting some friends lately and even myself. And I keep hearing a refrain, “At least you’re not…”
“Think of all those suffering so much worse than you…”
“Sounds like a first world problem to me…”
“Be grateful that it’s not…”
Here’s the thing. Someone is always going to have it worse (and some will always have it better, but that will be another post).
For whatever reason, I do not live in the Ukraine. I was not born into a tribe of cannibals. Or a famine-stricken region of Africa. I am not the parent of a child with a terminal illness. I am not in an abusive marriage.
The list could go on.
But.
I hurt. I worry. I am afraid. I have hard things happen.
And so do friends and family members of mine. I had one person crying-CRYING- because she felt guilty since so many others have it worse.
Our life and its blessings and its struggles is singularly ours. How we feel is singularly our experience. Another person could have it the exact same as us and respond entirely different.
And while I may even think you are wrong for how you are responding, I absolutely believe in your right to feel your own feelings your own way.
I think it is mean and plain unhelpful to respond to someone hurting with a shaming statement of comparison.
Comparison is something I find useful for selecting produce, not providing comfort or inspiring change.
Feel. Just feel it. It is a feeling and can change. Frequently. Usually, my feelings just need release. And once that first wave passes, relief, comfort and perhaps even a solution or two present themselves. But judgement and guilt for having the feeling is not going to help.
I know others have it worse. I know it. I pray, I help. I do what I can.
But when it is my turn to be “worse” or yours, let’s focus on comfort. Not comparisons.
My friend Lewis Greer used to say something like, “Pain is like the air in a balloon: it fills you up completely.” Pain is pain, and there simply is no comparison, and definitely no call for devaluing another person’s anguish.
Regardless of what happens elsewhere in the world, wounds fester, and then the pus drains. Pain is just the emotional pus draining due to a feeling over overwhelming of unexpected circumstances–period. If someone tries to shame you, squirt pus in his or her eye. Muhahahaha!