It’s a rough time for our campus.
Last Saturday, there was a memorial service for my bishop, who passed away a couple of weeks ago after fighting brain tumors.
(He was released as the Bishop the week before he passed away.)
It’s kind of a rough time for our ward, too.
And it seems like it’s just generally a rough time for a lot of people.
I have friends that are struggling emotionally, physically, mentally. From cancer diagnoses to 5150 psych holds, it feels like so many people around me are suffering, and I can’t do much of anything about it.
I hate feeling helpless.
Almost as much as I hate saying “It gets better” but not having an answer when they ask “When?”
Sometimes it’s just too much to take. Whether we’re the ones suffering or we’re trying to be there for others, it just feels like too much.
But then I remember that there are other people who have been there. Or who are there. Or who just understand what it’s like to be there.
And I remember that we aren’t alone. Not really. Not ever.
And I’m so grateful for that.
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