The best part of my day was hearing the words "I understand". I know you don't. You're not me and I'm not you. But to meet someone who's at least gone through something similar was a touching experience in more ways than I seek to understand. To hear that they've experienced their own sense of instability and stress was a relief. To see the proof that they conquered that tumultuous time? I needed that. I needed to hear those words, even if I didn't ask for them. I'm realizing now it's okay to desire that. Sometimes, being on here, I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in an unending sea of pain. In the darkest moments, it's nice to find another victim who's struggling with that pain. But it's so easy to drown in that. To get overwhelmed and think to myself, the mundane stressors of life have no place here. This situation isn't dark enough. It isn't pressing enough. It's not bad enough. So it was nice for someone to see what I built in my head as too simple and boring to be stressful as simply that. Painful and stressful.