Damaged, aren't we all?

She walked through the door with tears in her eyes. I can tell right away things haven't changed since I left. Wondering to myself, what could it be that this sweet lady did to deserve all this madness?

Her relationship is in shambles. Her family situation is destroyed. She honestly has nothing left.

To say she is at her wits end would be the understatement of the decade. So torn up inside, how she keeps herself from falling apart is nothing short of a miracle. A steady intake of antidepressants and coffee keep her from falling over daily.

So strange to see someone as fucked up as you are, but for entirely different reasons. You know you've been through hell. Seen you're fair share of blood and guts and doom and gloom. But so has this sweet little lady.

I offer her no words of comfort. No words need be spoken right now. I give my shoulder and embrace. I want to whisper everything is going to be alright, but we both know its all bullshit.

I let her weep. For now this is all I can offer. It comes to me all at once standing there:

Damaged, aren't we all?