1000 Voices Speak: Compassion

index50I think sometimes we confuse compassion with sympathy, in that I mean that you can show sympathy, but not necessarily be empathetic or compassionate, it’s a fine line and not a skill we all possess, sometimes a person’s suffering can be so raw, it can make you flinch and we can be at a loss to know what to do.

I’ve always been a kind person, and tend absorb other peoples emotions, which can over ride the compassion I feel toward their situation and wasn’t always able to separate their pain from my own, it was a sharp learning curve.

The world we live in seems to have gone backwards, in terms of how we care about each other, everyday there are so many terrible things happening in the world, and of course their is the guilt of being impotent in the what we see and read, we show compassion in our hearts, we can give to charity, we can help out at shelters, were always moved and want to be able to do so much more, our senses battered by shocking images, it’s hard to know where you can be really useful.

Our day to day lives, where so much is hidden from view, even in this day and age people/we are often loathe to show our feelings, and sometimes when shown compassion we don’t know how to react to it, or respond to a touch, anything really that can make life more bearable even for a few minutes.

Several years ago I was having a pretty bad time, so bad that I’d entertained thoughts of suicide, but too much of a coward to see it through, anyway I made a phone call to a helpline, sitting there shaking with my bag of pills, we talked and talked for about three hours, I told her everything, it just poured out of me, it was like I couldn’t stop, I just talked and she listened never once interrupting, no platitudes, no talk of being positive, at some point I put down my little bag of oblivion and picked up my ever present cigarettes, my throat raw but sucking down nicotine life it was the exilir of life, finally I just stopped, wondering if she was still there.

She was of course, by now I was a little embarrassed and then tried to back track on all I’d said, you see I was ashamed of what my intended to do earlier, and even worse now spilling it all out to a complete stranger, even thinking had I done what I set out to do I realised to late I hadn’t tidied up and not left enough food out for the cats, odd the things you think of, I even said this(cringing).

Then she started talking, quite a soothing voice as she went over all I had revealed, and we talked it all through, and do you know what she understood, she believed what I had said, she felt I was worth saving, she felt I could go on, it was like she had her hand on my shoulder, and that was so comforting, I felt that somebody cared, and the relief that came with it, was like a huge weight had been lifted, it was a wonderful feeling.

I never knew her name, or saw her face, but her hand stayed on my shoulder for a long time and for the first time ever in my life I’d experienced true compassion, let me tell you it cannot be measured, that was for me an example of truly caring about another human being, and one I try to aspire to every chance I get.



About therabbitholez

I returned to this blog in September 2014, after a 2 year absence, due to depressive illness and homelessness. This journey charts the rocky road to recovery and my feelings about it, and getting a home together after losing everything, this too has been a rocky rocky, both things connected on many levels, but separate at the same time. If you want to know more please read my blog:) and comment on any blog you like I enjoy the interaction, and belong to a great community on here. Thanks for reading.:)
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8 Responses to 1000 Voices Speak: Compassion

  1. You are an extremely compassionate person. It’s an admirable quality x

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  2. mrsabbyj says:

    Reblogged this on mgwebbuddy.

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  3. roweeee says:

    I wonder if sometimes it is easier for people to talk to those more anonymous help lines than to people they know about those very dark moments in their lives and sometimes, it is easier to help and connect with stranger’s than someone you know who is fighting depression or a run of bad luck. For so many of us, there is that one person who is there for us with the life raft and no always who we’;d expect. So often, we are touched, if not saved, by the love of a stranger.
    I have submitted 3 posts for #1000speak but I think you’d appreciate this one in particular: https://wordpress.com/post/35828219/7817/
    xx Rowena

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    • It is easier in the sense that you have no history, and there is no expectation on either side so your both free to listen and talk, in times of crises it more than helps.

      Thank you for your feedback:) and I’ll check out your posts.


  4. Cat says:

    When we are naturally kind and caring, it is so easy to become overwhelmed by another persons emotional pain. I am so glad you picked up the phone that day, telephone counsellors are a great source for offloading and the anonymity makes this a little easier. When I was at my worst, the only thing to stand in the way were my precious little kitty’s. Animals can save our lives

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    • Picking up the the phone that night was my cry for help, and it made a huge difference to me at the time and it’s an experience I’ll never forget.

      Although the person at the other end was faceless, which did make things easier, but i could feel the empathy in the way they chose and spoke their words.

      Animals are great friends as were my two little kit cats:) many a night we all three curled up on the sofa, me crying them purring away, but it was still reassuring if that makes sense.

      Losing my home meant I had to re-home them as you know and that is still a great source of loss to me, your right they can and do save lives.

      Thank you for your thought ful comment:)

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